[Mikazuki's hand lets go of Tsurumaru's, goes to his chin again to make him raise his head... and then, there is touch of lips against lips, an almost feather-like kiss.
And Mikazuki's thumb stroking a cheek he can feel becoming warmer under his touch.]
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And Mikazuki's thumb stroking a cheek he can feel becoming warmer under his touch.]
I do sometimes prefer that kind of red on you.