[ So many kisses he could drown in them. His breath's half-etched, spiking up in his throat, but Tartaglia's tugging every last obstruction out of the way so he can crash into the mattress with them.
For a moment, they're tangled up in each other, carrying on like Tartaglia isn't actually this wreck of a monster masquerading as a person. Slouching down, he can't help being immodest, cradling them close and looping their arms around him so he's up on top and Mira's lying beneath.
It's a little easier to stay levelheaded when he's got the freedom of movement. His fingers slope down, starting from their navel and drifting lower and lower, past their hipbones but stopping short soon afterwards, stalled in place. ]
Can I? [ So much for poise, when Tartaglia's red in the face, the flush brilliantly settled all over his skin. ] Do you mind?
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For a moment, they're tangled up in each other, carrying on like Tartaglia isn't actually this wreck of a monster masquerading as a person. Slouching down, he can't help being immodest, cradling them close and looping their arms around him so he's up on top and Mira's lying beneath.
It's a little easier to stay levelheaded when he's got the freedom of movement. His fingers slope down, starting from their navel and drifting lower and lower, past their hipbones but stopping short soon afterwards, stalled in place. ]
Can I? [ So much for poise, when Tartaglia's red in the face, the flush brilliantly settled all over his skin. ] Do you mind?