[ So Tim had also been thinking about the last time his husband had been part calamari? An intriguing thought. Majima moved a little closer, bent in to plant a single kiss on his husband's left clavicle. ]
Yeah. I kinda like bein' able to kiss ya whenever I want.
[ But lbr, Majima would freely make out with Tim even if he had another case of eyeball hand. And even if he wasn't quite as beefy now -- ]
Hey. Ya know what? You never did take your shirt off for me. Not before that time I took ya home.
[ So in a way, wasn't this the first time he'd been exposed to twunk Tim? Hard to tell what a guy really looked like under his clothes, after all. And Majima seemed pretty enamored by what he found -- letting his hands move over Tim's shoulders and down over his pecs. ]
You've got a broad frame.
[ Majima's tone was admiring; it looked good on his lover, who had apparently always been a Dorito. Even when he was a freckly ginger nerd. The tentacle that Tim was stroking wavered in its exploration, looping a part of itself gently around the man's wrist. Not constricting, exactly, but the feel of suckers along the underside contacting and then releasing the surface of Tim's skin came in little swooning waves.
Another was sliding over Tim's thigh, wrapping all the way around to slip its way over those brand-new toes. A thought occurred to Majima, and with some concentration, the touch turned into a sort of kneading. An attempt to mimic with a slightly unfamiliar organ the way that Tim had worked his fingers over Majima's feet some months ago. ]
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Date: 2020-05-12 05:07 am (UTC)Yeah. I kinda like bein' able to kiss ya whenever I want.
[ But lbr, Majima would freely make out with Tim even if he had another case of eyeball hand. And even if he wasn't quite as beefy now -- ]
Hey. Ya know what? You never did take your shirt off for me. Not before that time I took ya home.
[ So in a way, wasn't this the first time he'd been exposed to twunk Tim? Hard to tell what a guy really looked like under his clothes, after all. And Majima seemed pretty enamored by what he found -- letting his hands move over Tim's shoulders and down over his pecs. ]
You've got a broad frame.
[ Majima's tone was admiring; it looked good on his lover, who had apparently always been a Dorito. Even when he was a freckly ginger nerd. The tentacle that Tim was stroking wavered in its exploration, looping a part of itself gently around the man's wrist. Not constricting, exactly, but the feel of suckers along the underside contacting and then releasing the surface of Tim's skin came in little swooning waves.
Another was sliding over Tim's thigh, wrapping all the way around to slip its way over those brand-new toes. A thought occurred to Majima, and with some concentration, the touch turned into a sort of kneading. An attempt to mimic with a slightly unfamiliar organ the way that Tim had worked his fingers over Majima's feet some months ago. ]
It looks good on you.