[mitsunari hesitates at the shadows again when he sees them out of the corner of his eye. they aren't right, but he doesn't ask what they are. hades is unconcerned, so he should be, too.
so again he tries to ignore them, and lets his hand move further down to carefully grip hades, his touch warmer than might be expected. he listens for any hitch of breath, any indication he can remember that draws pleasure from hades. his other hand finally moves away from the shifted robe to rest on hades' shoulder.
he grazes his teeth along the skin, moves to another spot, his uncertainty allayed by the fact that he has not been told to stop.]
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so again he tries to ignore them, and lets his hand move further down to carefully grip hades, his touch warmer than might be expected. he listens for any hitch of breath, any indication he can remember that draws pleasure from hades. his other hand finally moves away from the shifted robe to rest on hades' shoulder.
he grazes his teeth along the skin, moves to another spot, his uncertainty allayed by the fact that he has not been told to stop.]