Third person: Make-out session.
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“I’m not a pushover, Ringo-san.”
The tealette whispered hoarsely into the pinkette’s ear before pulling away to nip at the other’s neck. The bright blue-eyed man looked up at Aine, biting his lip in frustration as he tried to restrain moaning, not wanting his “date” to get the better of him. Aine narrowed his ocean-eyes and let out a low growl.
“You can’t always come to me, Ringo. I’m tired of it,” he muttered harshly, cupping Ringo’s trembling chin, “Mikaze is the perfect one. Perfect in every way and every form. A perfected me.”
Aine chuckled bitterly, shifting his thumb to caress at Ringo’s plump, bruised lips. “Yet he doesn’t have the perfect heart. But then again.”
“Neither do I.”
And swiftly he took the other’s lips.
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