[ he won't have to try hard; they yield easily with a little laugh through their nose at his enthusiasm, even as they meet it with their own. He tastes like tobacco, but the lingering flavor of bourbon on their tongue makes it a little sweeter, and when he cuts the kiss short, only curiosity keeps them from chasing him down to finish it.
The gloves, really... They sigh dramatically, slipping their wrist away from his hand so they can tug it off with their own. ]
Impatient. [ if he thinks they're going to let him boss them around, he's got another thing coming. While they pinch the glove of their other hand between their teeth and pull it off, Mizuki closes the distance between them even more, pushing their leg between his; they tuck the discarded gloves into their back pocket (those are too nice to toss on the floor) and gently take his face into their hands, almost chidingly. ] I'm not going anywhere else tonight, you know.
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The gloves, really... They sigh dramatically, slipping their wrist away from his hand so they can tug it off with their own. ]
Impatient. [ if he thinks they're going to let him boss them around, he's got another thing coming. While they pinch the glove of their other hand between their teeth and pull it off, Mizuki closes the distance between them even more, pushing their leg between his; they tuck the discarded gloves into their back pocket (those are too nice to toss on the floor) and gently take his face into their hands, almost chidingly. ] I'm not going anywhere else tonight, you know.