making a fuss

[behisstrength]

Who: The crew of the Koumyou.
Where: Aboard the ship/Isla Empieza.
When: 17th April, throughout the day.
What: Celebrating Mitsuhide's birthday!
Warnings: Nothing yet.
Style: Any.
Status: Open to crew and any wellwishers around!


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[behisstrength]

[Mitsuhide has never been hard for Motochika to read; he takes the time to absorb what Mitsuhide's expression and body language express, memorising every little detail. He sees how much it means to Mitsuhide and delights in it.

Gently but insistently he pulls Mitsuhide's hands to him and presses tender kisses to Mitsuhide's knuckles with a vibrant smile, before setting his lover's palms back upon his shoulders. He then combs his own fingers though Mitsuhide's mussed hair indulgently.]

We do not require words, you and I.

[His voice is a loving, low drawl, brimming with bone-deep satisfaction.]

[wavesoakedlegs]

[For this moment, and just for this moment, Mitsuhide feels nothing beyond the warm glow in his chest and the presence of Motochika before him. Everything else is distant.]

That doesn't mean it wouldn't be good for you to hear them.

[It's more than rare to see such open contentment in Mitsuhide's features; he wears it radiantly as he looks at Motochika, the dark circles beneath his eyes almost seeming to fade in the face of such an emotion.]

Soon. I swear this to you.

[behisstrength]

So be it.

[Motochika drinks his fill of Mitsuhide's beauty, illuminated from within by unrestrained happiness, before he leans in to capture Mitsuhide's mouth within his own. His kiss is a slow but intense outpouring of love.]

[wavesoakedlegs]

[A kiss to steal one's breath away; or, more accurately, many kisses. Mitsuhide is more than happy to indulge in this moment, taking his time with the kisses he himself offers and gladly accepting those he is given.]

[It's odd, to think there was ever a time when they did not do this.]

You have many talents. [He says eventually, sounding dazed and looking like he's almost in a kind of happy shock as he pulls back from a kiss.]

[behisstrength]

[Motochika is more than happy to flow from one kiss to the next, and hums his deep enjoyment when Mitsuhide pulls back.]

As do you, Mitsuhide.

[He drawls, wearing a playful smirk.

Motochika leans in to press tiny kisses to the corner of Mitsuhide's mouth and along the line of Mitsuhide's jaw after, eager to submerge his lover in affectionate gestures.]

My Mitsuhide.

[wavesoakedlegs]

[Mitsuhide tilts his head back just a fraction, without even really thinking about it. He laughs, soft and quiet, in response to his lover's last comment.]

Possessive as ever my Lord?

[A pause, and then he adds in a sincere tone:]

You have already spoilt me thoroughly.

[behisstrength]

[Motochika frees one of his hands from Mitsuhide's hair to brush it back from one side of his lover's throat, then presses his lips to the spot behind the corner of Mitsuhide's jaw, beneath Mitsuhide's ear.]

Today has only just begun.

[Promise of much more spoiling resounds in his voice.]

[wavesoakedlegs]

[That's not a surprise considering Motochika's previous behaviour, but nonetheless, Mitsuhide shakes his head with a fond smile.]

You are ridiculous.

[Argue as much as you like with that, Motochika, Mitsuhide is still going to believe it.]

[behisstrength]

Inspired.

[Motochika presses his smile against Mitsuhide's skin.]

I intend to show you the full extent of my appreciation for you.

[He traces a line down Mitsuhide's neck with his tongue, before he places a sucking kiss upon the most sensitive spot there.]

[wavesoakedlegs]

[That's a sly tactic. Mitsuhide tenses for a moment before sighing softly; a kiss to that spot always makes him feel somewhat weak at the knees.]

The full extent?

[He closes his eyes and hums in appreciation.]

I am not deserving.

[behisstrength]

[When Motochika pulls back, he blows gently on the mark he leaves behind upon Mitsuhide's pale skin.]

I believe that you are, my love.

[He rains light kisses upon Mitsuhide's throat.]

[wavesoakedlegs]

I know.

[Motochika does not shy away from letting Mitsuhide know how he feels; not ever. Unable to stop himself, the dark-haired samurai tilted his head back a little more and replied in an even softer murmur.]

Nobody can... ah, can sway you from an opinion, when you have truly settled on it.

[behisstrength]

[Motochika laughs, before he places a second sucking kiss on Mitsuhide's bared neck. ]

You shall enjoy the oncoming tide.