[ Cute. He'll keep that bit to himself, since someone who's his senior wouldn't appreciate the sentiment any! Probably. Even that thought ebbs to nothing after a while, the red drop of his earring jangling when Mira sees fit to lavish him with kisses.
It's all shiver-inducing, but Tartaglia treats them to love-bites instead, feisty with his mouth and belligerent with the bruises he's busted that lower lip with. Licking into it, he eventually topples backwards on the bed, hair fanned out in this ginger halo. The bright shock of it clashes with his nondescript clothes and the inscrutable look on his face when Tartaglia breaks away, huffs coming up so softly.
Still rearing up from below, his hands go sliding underneath their shirt, coasting up the planes of Mira's chest. Do they accept this trespass? ]
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It's all shiver-inducing, but Tartaglia treats them to love-bites instead, feisty with his mouth and belligerent with the bruises he's busted that lower lip with. Licking into it, he eventually topples backwards on the bed, hair fanned out in this ginger halo. The bright shock of it clashes with his nondescript clothes and the inscrutable look on his face when Tartaglia breaks away, huffs coming up so softly.
Still rearing up from below, his hands go sliding underneath their shirt, coasting up the planes of Mira's chest. Do they accept this trespass? ]