[ He laughs, a little breathless, watching Nero take a sip from his glass. He notably doesn't join him—because the second the man lowers the glass, Rokurou leans in to steal another kiss. This one is quicker, tongue sweeping across Nero's lips to catch some of the lingering flavor.
Then he draws back, licking his own lips to relish what he gleaned. ]
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Then he draws back, licking his own lips to relish what he gleaned. ]
Delicious.