Always, [ Nishitani goes down, kissing Izo deep, sinking into his arms, his body , sinking against Izo. With the question, Nishitani takes one of Izo's hands, pulls it down,across scarred, inked skin to where he's spent between his legs already, sticky. Instead, Nishitani uses his weight to pull Izo over him, to flip them over in bed, Izo now sitting on Nishitani's hips. ]
[ He doesn't break the kiss, pouring that love, that affection, into Izo, until all the boy would know is love. ]
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[ He doesn't break the kiss, pouring that love, that affection, into Izo, until all the boy would know is love. ]