[Motochika shivers pleasantly at the brush of the towel to his back tattoo. He slides his eyes shut, savouring the sensation and the sound of Mitsuhide's voice.]
How could I kiss you otherwise, when you stand at my back?
[He spares a moment to actually consider how he might do so -- now is a good time to test it.]
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How could I kiss you otherwise, when you stand at my back?
[He spares a moment to actually consider how he might do so -- now is a good time to test it.]