[ His mouth is soft against her skin as he takes his time covering her pulse with wordless promises and declarations of his devotion. He can feel her blood thrumming faintly against his lips as he draws a path down and over her shoulder, kissing at her clavicle. There's a gentleness in his touch that is entirely reminiscent of the way he'd handle both her and Sarada. Caution would the best way to describe his approach to this, but there's an underlying note of yearning. His mouth runs dry at her words, finding them more arousing than sweet. The hand that had wrapped around her waist runs over her spine, brushing over the small of her back as he coaxes her to rise on her knees. He does the same, keeping his back bowed as he seals their mouths together for the briefest of moments.
It barely lasts long enough for him to savour the texture of her lips. He bumps his brow against his forehead once he's parted away from her, shutting his eyes as he tries to suppress the adrenaline spiking in his veins. ]
You want me... [ He murmurs lowly. ] You can't be teasing me again, can you?
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It barely lasts long enough for him to savour the texture of her lips. He bumps his brow against his forehead once he's parted away from her, shutting his eyes as he tries to suppress the adrenaline spiking in his veins. ]
You want me... [ He murmurs lowly. ] You can't be teasing me again, can you?