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[Mitsuhide is content, and it shows. There is a soft smile on his face and his body language suggests he is relaxed. A rare state of mind for the samurai, but it suits him. Currently he is sat in the living room of his home, having just come back from a shopping errand.]I know some within Vatheon celebrated it weeks ago, but the day I and my

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[Sometime later, Mitsuhide is hard at work. No break yet; he's far too focused on his tasks. Their home is never really a mess, but he's determined that they should welcome in the New Year with it being absolutely perfect. His clothing is simple, his hair is bound into a long plait, and he hums occasionally as he moves through the house.]

[At this point his own room and the kitchen are practically sparkling, and perfectly organised. His current area of attack is the living room.]

Not enough yet...

[DUST, CLEAN, POLISH, MOVE.]

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[behisstrength]

[Taking advantage of Mitsuhide's action, Motochika explores the shape of Mitsuhide's mouth with his tongue. He traces the roof of Mitsuhide's mouth, and seeks another of those sounds with each caress, hungry for Mitsuhide's pleasure; hungry for this closeness.]

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[It doesn't take long for this to earn another of the sounds Motochika is after; Mitsuhide almost feels embarrassed about it, but that feeling doesn't last for more than a moment.]

[The hand that was on Motochika's shoulder moves down his arm. Mitsuhide pushes back against Motochika's tongue with his own, though gently.]

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[behisstrength]

[Motochika encourages Mitsuhide's increasing boldness by responding to the touch of his tongue, engaging it in a slick dance. A short while later it becomes necessary to pull back; he rests his forehead against Mitsuhide's as he hums in his throat, low and immensely satisfied, yet wanting more.

He will always crave Mitsuhide; he makes no effort to hide the sentiment.]

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[Mitsuhide takes a moment to breathe steadily before opening his eyes. He feels warm and content. That things have turned out like they have... it's still unbelievable.]

...Lord Motochika.

[His tone is very quiet and soft, as befitting such a private moment.]

Did you like the taste of mine, too?

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[behisstrength]

[Motochika strokes his thumbs over Mitsuhide's cheeks, as he smiles. There is a slightly husky quality to his voice when he answers.]

Greatly.

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[wavesoakedlegs]

[Mitsuhide doesn't miss that huskiness; it makes him feel a touch shy again.]

I am glad to hear it.

[He moved the hand at the back of Motochika's head to touch his fringe... and then slipped a hand underneath it so he could lift it up and see both of the other's eyes.]

Perhaps we should try different flavours, next time.

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[behisstrength]

[Motochika's eyes remain focused wholly on Mitsuhide, gaze warm.]

I would not be averse.

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[Mitsuhide nods, and is quiet for a moment. Eventually he lets Motochika's fringe fall back into place, touching the other's face before drawing his hand back.]

[He then takes both of Motochika's hands and moves them so they rest on Mitsuhide's shoulders instead, giving him room to pick his cup of hot chocolate up and take a sip of it.]

We shouldn't let them go cold before finishing them.

[Which would be very easy to do, all things considered. Motochika is a very... effective distraction.]

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[behisstrength]

[Motochika briefly slides his eyes shut at the touch, and lets his hands be moved.]

You're right.

[He moves one hand from Mitsuhide's shoulder, to pick up his own drink again. The other remains where it is, keeping the contact between them intact.]

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[Mitsuhide smiles, and drinks more of his hot chocolate. A short period of time passes while he gets through it, putting it on the counter (ready to be binned) when he finishes.]

That was pleasant.

[He touches his own lips, though his gaze is fixed on Motochika's.]

...thank you for the break.

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[behisstrength]

[Motochika uses the opportunity to finish off his own hot chocolate, placing the empty cup aside afterwards. His smile deepens as he watches Mitsuhide's actions.]

Any time, Mitsuhide.

[There may just be an undercurrent of invitation in his tone.]

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[wavesoakedlegs]

[Mitsuhide laughs quietly.]

I should probably return to my tasks.

[He doesn't step away though, moving his hand from his own lips to touch Motochika's with a single finger.]

Don't you think so?

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[behisstrength]

[The touch, simple as it is, makes Motochika's breath come shallow, his heart beat faster.]

Not yet.

[Motochika catches Mitsuhide's wrist in a light hold, before the other man can pull back his hand. He turns his head to brush his lips against Mitsuhide's palm.]

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[It's not an unexpected answer. Mitsuhide raises an eyebrow, giving Motochika an amused look that fades very quickly into a soft one.]

You have captured my hand again.

[He tilts his head, regarding Motochika with fond eyes.]

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Yes.

[Motochika places a kiss upon the inside of Mitsuhide's wrist.]

You have no choice but to stay.