[speaking of familiar contact, the touch traveling down to his thighs definitely count as a kind, shuddering out a laugh and tilting his head to kiss kuro a little, shifting forward more into it.]
I'm a hard worker when I wanna be. ♪ You might ba~rely be smarter than that bovine, but you're pretty high on your horse to be thinkin' you could give me a challenge I can't top.
[not quite literally, when it comes to this, but still. his hands move deftly from kuro's head to his pecs and abs, exploring with small hands and slight fingers the creases and lines he knows so well as he leans against him, pushing his thighs back against kuro's hands with a sigh.]
[ There isn't even an ounce of protest, when Leo takes a dig at his intelligence, because you know what. True and fair. Kuro doesn't find himself to be the brightest around, but he sure can put up a fight the same way that he knows Leo always can. He's always, always up for a challenge.
The feeling of his small, but certainly deft, hands is something he would know even blindfolded. Those are the hands that designed his tattoo, inked it out so that a permanent part of Leo would always be with him. And it's a reminder of everything they've done together, too. Not just when they've fallen into bed or found themselves back-to-back, but the day to day they had. ]
Then let's see what you can do, huh? Just 'cause I'm your only audience doesn't mean you get to slack, either, so don't even try. [ As if he would. Kuro squeezes his big hands against his thighs, fingers dipping to the insides of them easily as he tips up to kiss him again. ]
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I'm a hard worker when I wanna be. ♪ You might ba~rely be smarter than that bovine, but you're pretty high on your horse to be thinkin' you could give me a challenge I can't top.
[not quite literally, when it comes to this, but still. his hands move deftly from kuro's head to his pecs and abs, exploring with small hands and slight fingers the creases and lines he knows so well as he leans against him, pushing his thighs back against kuro's hands with a sigh.]
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The feeling of his small, but certainly deft, hands is something he would know even blindfolded. Those are the hands that designed his tattoo, inked it out so that a permanent part of Leo would always be with him. And it's a reminder of everything they've done together, too. Not just when they've fallen into bed or found themselves back-to-back, but the day to day they had. ]
Then let's see what you can do, huh? Just 'cause I'm your only audience doesn't mean you get to slack, either, so don't even try. [ As if he would. Kuro squeezes his big hands against his thighs, fingers dipping to the insides of them easily as he tips up to kiss him again. ]