[ Who could have guessed that trying to hide secrets from your closest friend who knows you best wouldn't work, certainly not Thoma. ]
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[ Thoma is more than glad to give him just that, hungry as he is for this. He presses into the kiss with a small groan, umbrella falling forgotten beside them out of his need to touch Ayato with both of his hands, to curl an arm around his waist so he can pull him up close and feel the comfort of having Ayato in his arms. To reassure him that this isn't some particularly creative dream he's in once more. ]
[ Funny, how the rain does nothing to cool his desires, nor heat them further; there's just no way he could want to be kissing his lord more than he already does. Each kiss he takes, deep and warm, steals his breath away more and more and builds his desires higher. He could drown in this, kissing Ayato here and now, burying his own breathy moans of need against his lips. ]
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[ Thoma is more than glad to give him just that, hungry as he is for this. He presses into the kiss with a small groan, umbrella falling forgotten beside them out of his need to touch Ayato with both of his hands, to curl an arm around his waist so he can pull him up close and feel the comfort of having Ayato in his arms. To reassure him that this isn't some particularly creative dream he's in once more. ]
[ Funny, how the rain does nothing to cool his desires, nor heat them further; there's just no way he could want to be kissing his lord more than he already does. Each kiss he takes, deep and warm, steals his breath away more and more and builds his desires higher. He could drown in this, kissing Ayato here and now, burying his own breathy moans of need against his lips. ]
[ It already feels like he is drowning. ]