[ the body that hades moves about this world is not real, precisely, but it's corporeal enough, and it bleeds. mitsunari's movement of the blade pulls the sharp edge along his palm; red trickles from a small pool in hades' hand down his wrist and to his elbow. still, hades doesn't loosen his grip.
while mitsunari doesn't kiss particularly well, hades seems pleased enough. he smiles against mitsunari's mouth, humming a little and running the tip of his tongue over his bottom lip. he presses the palm of his free hand against mitsunari's stomach lightly, fingertips teasing as he moves his hand lower. ]
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while mitsunari doesn't kiss particularly well, hades seems pleased enough. he smiles against mitsunari's mouth, humming a little and running the tip of his tongue over his bottom lip. he presses the palm of his free hand against mitsunari's stomach lightly, fingertips teasing as he moves his hand lower. ]