(For the first time in his life, he didn't want to think too much about his brother. He was preoccupied by the thought of consuming Natsume whole in any way he could manage right now.)
I always want everything with you.
(He's already heading back home.)
I would be happy to have you defile me every day for the rest of my life.
(In any way. It doesn't take long before he's politely knocking at the front door. Which is his way of being cheeky: he knows he doesn't need to knock.)
[Natsume reads the message a couple times, blushing happily, then carefully putting his Relic away. He actually tries to fix his hair in the mirror for a moment, before huffing at his silliness.
When the knock comes, he opens the door without thinking, then stares in wonder for a moment. The outfit is better in person.
Then it hits him:] Choso, did you...walk over like this? A-Aren't you cold?
(Choso smiles down at Natsume, thrilled as always to see his boyfriend. He blinks at the question and then looks down at himself.)
Yes. (He didn't think it would be too practical to take it off or put anything over it...! Right? Ahh...Was he? He tips his head to the side and shrugs.)
Not especially.
(He raises a hand and settles it against Natsume's cheek. His hand was definitely cold.)
[This is truly a dilemma, as for a moment Natsume's fretful nature and his horniness war for control. The former wins out for the moment, and he nuzzles his cheek against Choso's chilly hand, nodding in concern.]
A bit, yes -- come inside, where it's warm. [His tail coils around his boyfriend’s wrist, tugging gently, and Natsume is already reaching for a blanket, genuine worry in his eyes.] I should've been more thoughtful, I should've come to you instead, I'm so sorry, come sit...
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(For the first time in his life, he didn't want to think too much about his brother. He was preoccupied by the thought of consuming Natsume whole in any way he could manage right now.)
I always want everything with you.
(He's already heading back home.)
I would be happy to have you defile me every day for the rest of my life.
(In any way. It doesn't take long before he's politely knocking at the front door. Which is his way of being cheeky: he knows he doesn't need to knock.)
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When the knock comes, he opens the door without thinking, then stares in wonder for a moment. The outfit is better in person.
Then it hits him:] Choso, did you...walk over like this? A-Aren't you cold?
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Yes. (He didn't think it would be too practical to take it off or put anything over it...! Right? Ahh...Was he? He tips his head to the side and shrugs.)
Not especially.
(He raises a hand and settles it against Natsume's cheek. His hand was definitely cold.)
Do I feel it?
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A bit, yes -- come inside, where it's warm. [His tail coils around his boyfriend’s wrist, tugging gently, and Natsume is already reaching for a blanket, genuine worry in his eyes.] I should've been more thoughtful, I should've come to you instead, I'm so sorry, come sit...