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[He's almost moving closer before Sigmund has to pull, lifting a knee to the edge of the bed, hands resting just above Sigmund's elbows.

The kiss is brief, but Sigmund might feel the slightest press of sharp, sharp teeth against his lower lip before Tsuyu breaks it, pressing their foreheads together instead.]

[ my treething has bite

running his fingers over his own lips when Tsu pulls away, like he's checking for blood. he's torn between looking amused and surprised ]

Are you all right?

[There's no blood, and when he smiles his teeth are flat and human.]

Yeah, just forgot something.

[ sliding his hands up, cupping Tsuyukusa's face and brushing his thumb over his cheeks. ]

Sometimes I feel as though you are better suited to being a fox than a tree spirit.

[His eyes go half-lidded, and he leans openly into the touch.]

Well I did have a fox as a guardian for a century or so.

But go ahead. Tell me why.

Perhaps they rubbed off on you.

[ sliding one of his hands around to cup his neck, massaging gently. ]

.. perhaps it is best if I keep my thoughts to myself.

What? C'mon. Don't make me curious and then back out.

My apologies.

[ yeah he doesn't look sorry at all. ]

[Snorts, and kisses him again.]

[ okay he can do that

he'll even kiss back, letting his eyes slide shut and making a warm noise in his throat ]

[Tsuyu hums back, pleased, and slides a hand up to curl his fingers in Sigmund's hair.]

[ gonna

take him by the hips and pull him comfortably into his lap, kneading at his skin with his thumbs and tilting his head to kiss him deeply ]

[Tsuyu slides into his lap easily, straddling him, and makes pleased noises into the kiss.]

[ his hands slide around to the small of his back, pressing him closer, and Sigmund hums in return as he dips his fingers between the folds of his clothing to touch at bare skin. it's light, testing, like he's expecting Tsuyukusa to shove him away or tell him to stop at any moment, regardless of how receptive he's been to him so far ]

[There are those scars, of course, interesting texture the moment Sigmund touches bare skin. Tsuyu seems comfortable, though, the hand not preoccupied with Sigmund's hair starting to figure out how to get his shirt off of him.]

[ it's a pretty simple shirt, tbh; he'd stripped out of his armor earlier, so it's just a high-necked collar thing that's in velvet brocades and all that. not super regal wear but it's lordly enough, and comfortable to move in.

when he sees how receptive Tsuyukusa is he slides his hands up higher, tracing the scars mapping over his chest with intimate wonder. he could help him with the shirt, but he has faith in Tsuyu's abilities and only kisses him in encouragement ]

[Tsuyu fiddles with the shirt one-handed for a few moments before surrendering and sliding his other hand down from Sigmund's hair to get the job done more effectively.

As for those scars, his skin is a criss-crossing mess of old, old scars cut through by layers of newer ones, of pretty much any type of scar you could think of, from burns to massive monstrous bites to blade scars. He smiles into the kiss, pleased with the contact.]

[ ... Tsuyukusa...

the further and the worse he goes, the more his breath catches in his throat. he ends up pulling away and pushing Tsuyu's shirt up to look at the scars on his chest quietly, and ends up tracing his thumb over the edges of each and every one of them, like he could hear their story through touch alone.

when he's done with that, he leans in to follow the same path with his lips, and it's an infinitely soft gesture that it's barely stronger than a breath. ]

[his whole body's like that, really. not just his chest. but while it's easy enough to ignore his scarred hands, it's pretty different with the ones on his torso.

he gets that, he does, but it's still strange to have that much attention paid to them, and he halts his progress on Sigmund's shirt to settle his hands on his shoulders and watch him, a little stricken, breath catching.]

[ eventually he stops, feeling Tsukusa's reaction, and leans back a little with his gaze flicking upwards. ]

Are you all right?

...It's been a while since anyone paid those any mind, is all.

[cupping his cheek 'x']

[ ... ducking his head, laughing, and it sounds more relieved than anything. ]

I see.

[ but he turns his face into Tsuyu's hand, and when he looks up again, his eyes are warm and soft. ]

If it bothers you, you will let me know. Right?

Of course.

[it's hard not to respond to that sort of face in kind.]

[ he smiles, and without taking his eyes from Tsuyukusa's leans in to kiss at his stomach, sliding his hands down to start working on his pants. his movements are practiced and calm, in no way hurried or rushed, like he's really intent on taking his time and savoring this moment as long as he can ]

[he shivers, and curls his fingers in Sigmund's hair again, stroking it absently.]