[ While Tsurumaru's words makes Hijikata's eyebrow arch in curiosity he watches the quick changing expressions of Tsurumaru closely. As if every time a firework lights up the area near them there's a new type of expression on his features— it's almost alluring to Hijikata, he finds himself leaning forward more towards Tsurumaru to observe him at a closer distance.
Oh, how the sudden shift of his expression almost catches Hijikata completely off-guard. Yet, he doesn't show it, only matches the expression slightly feeling rather superior from Tsurumaru's previous comment. Still, he feels a sense of ambition and perhaps eagerness begin to boil deep down as that leer in Tsurumaru's gaze and the daring words almost challenge Hijikata.
And if there's one thing he usually does is never back down. At the feeling of his own heart speeding up just a bit he exhales, and finally says something- meanwhile his arm finds it way, slinking around Tsurumaru's back to close whatever distance is left. ]
Hmm... I'm called a lot of things, honestly. [ To a point where he might not care so much. He has his fair share of nicknames given to him... Though, mostly he's referred to with respect or something that goes along with his reputation of a demon- teasing or with fear struck into the heart of whoever dares to say it. ]
Come closer. [ He has to press a thumb against Tsurumaru's chin to tilt it down to reach now. Angling his head a bit, allowing his lips to glide across the other's and locking into another gentle kiss but Hijikata finds himself closing his eyes. The thumb travels down Tsurumaru's neck, a finger wrapping gingerly around the golden accessory and giving it a single tug. Pressing forward to deepen the kiss, it almost feels like time stops; the firing off of the fireworks, while disruptive maybe, actually calms him more than anything but it contradicts the faster pumps of his heart in his chest. He feels the oxygen leave his lungs almost too quickly as he holds the kiss for longer than he imagined, with that he finally pulls back but only a bit to where his lips only hover beneath Tsurumaru's. Between small breaths he speaks in a low whisper again: ]
So... Tell me, [ Starting from his lips, down his chin he leaves a trail of small kisses. On his neck he nibbles against the soft skin, occasionally even scraping his teeth against it too. ] how do you feel when I do this, what do you want... What do you want to call me?
Don't think about it too long. First thing that comes to your mind.
ugh... well i guess ill train you.. its my forte anywey
Oh, how the sudden shift of his expression almost catches Hijikata completely off-guard. Yet, he doesn't show it, only matches the expression slightly feeling rather superior from Tsurumaru's previous comment. Still, he feels a sense of ambition and perhaps eagerness begin to boil deep down as that leer in Tsurumaru's gaze and the daring words almost challenge Hijikata.
And if there's one thing he usually does is never back down. At the feeling of his own heart speeding up just a bit he exhales, and finally says something- meanwhile his arm finds it way, slinking around Tsurumaru's back to close whatever distance is left. ]
Hmm... I'm called a lot of things, honestly. [ To a point where he might not care so much. He has his fair share of nicknames given to him... Though, mostly he's referred to with respect or something that goes along with his reputation of a demon- teasing or with fear struck into the heart of whoever dares to say it. ]
Come closer. [ He has to press a thumb against Tsurumaru's chin to tilt it down to reach now. Angling his head a bit, allowing his lips to glide across the other's and locking into another gentle kiss but Hijikata finds himself closing his eyes. The thumb travels down Tsurumaru's neck, a finger wrapping gingerly around the golden accessory and giving it a single tug. Pressing forward to deepen the kiss, it almost feels like time stops; the firing off of the fireworks, while disruptive maybe, actually calms him more than anything but it contradicts the faster pumps of his heart in his chest. He feels the oxygen leave his lungs almost too quickly as he holds the kiss for longer than he imagined, with that he finally pulls back but only a bit to where his lips only hover beneath Tsurumaru's. Between small breaths he speaks in a low whisper again: ]
So... Tell me, [ Starting from his lips, down his chin he leaves a trail of small kisses. On his neck he nibbles against the soft skin, occasionally even scraping his teeth against it too. ] how do you feel when I do this, what do you want... What do you want to call me?
Don't think about it too long. First thing that comes to your mind.