[ Wow, that's real cute, you son of a bitch; take that finger out of there right now and put it to work before he breaks it!!
Masamune is terribly unimpressed by the (ear digging and the) question, his mouth shifting a bit crookedly to emphasize. However, before he can say anything in response, though, he's being pushed back against the tree and kissed. It's messy, but there's nothing wrong with that and he responds, lips parting with the force of that tongue. The fact it ends so quickly makes the young Date lord wonder if he's teasing on purpose or if this is just the type of personality he is-- willing to give a taste but never offer any indulgence. Either way, it's a little frustrating. And by a little, it's a lot.
Still, with the other's words against his mouth, he feels a slight shiver run through him when the pulse at his wrist is pressed. Gintoki will have no issue feeling his heartbeat is accelerated in anticipation. While he glances down at feeling the initial movement about his wrists (so he's into this sort of thing, is he? No complaints from the darker-haired teenager), he returns his attention to the other's mouth. A groan escapes from Masamune's throat in response, more interested in getting more of Gintoki's lips and tongue than using words. The leader of Oshuu is insistent for compliance—he's being good about getting his wrists bound, the least Gintoki can do is give him more of his mouth.
The sake makes his memory a little fuzzy on the past details concerning this entire ordeal, and how he even agreed to it; but the important part comes back easily over and over:
He wants this guy bad, and he's going to get everything possible from him before their encounter is done, one way or another. ]
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Masamune is terribly unimpressed by the (ear digging and the) question, his mouth shifting a bit crookedly to emphasize. However, before he can say anything in response, though, he's being pushed back against the tree and kissed. It's messy, but there's nothing wrong with that and he responds, lips parting with the force of that tongue. The fact it ends so quickly makes the young Date lord wonder if he's teasing on purpose or if this is just the type of personality he is-- willing to give a taste but never offer any indulgence. Either way, it's a little frustrating. And by a little, it's a lot.
Still, with the other's words against his mouth, he feels a slight shiver run through him when the pulse at his wrist is pressed. Gintoki will have no issue feeling his heartbeat is accelerated in anticipation. While he glances down at feeling the initial movement about his wrists (so he's into this sort of thing, is he? No complaints from the darker-haired teenager), he returns his attention to the other's mouth. A groan escapes from Masamune's throat in response, more interested in getting more of Gintoki's lips and tongue than using words. The leader of Oshuu is insistent for compliance—he's being good about getting his wrists bound, the least Gintoki can do is give him more of his mouth.
The sake makes his memory a little fuzzy on the past details concerning this entire ordeal, and how he even agreed to it; but the important part comes back easily over and over:
He wants this guy bad, and he's going to get everything possible from him before their encounter is done, one way or another. ]