It does feel like some kind of assurance. Salt and saliva aren't so terrible a combination, and if Misa can stand the taste to bring him pleasure, he can stand it to give her that assurance. He's not even worried about the waxy pigment of the lipstick getting on his face; they're not trying to impress anyone right now, look like their relationship is rock-solid or enviable, they're just two lost souls looking for some goddamn peace of mind in each other's embrace.
He nudges her down on the mattress, breaking the kiss only when absolutely necessary. "Let me..." he coaxes, reaching a hand under her skirt. "It's my turn."
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Date: 2015-08-29 04:32 am (UTC)He nudges her down on the mattress, breaking the kiss only when absolutely necessary. "Let me..." he coaxes, reaching a hand under her skirt. "It's my turn."