[Tim still had some residual giggles left even after Majima's tentacles stopped torturing him and he was instead being smothered in kisses. It's a significant improvement, Tim would much rather be kissed than die laughing from the relentless assault of his husband's calamari arms.]
[Majima leaned back from one of the kisses and Tim grabbed the chain that hung around his neck, using it to pull him in for another. Something a little longer, a little deeper.]
Love you, too.
[Always.]
Y'know, I'd meant to ask you before. [He touched the tentacle by his hip, a fond little pat.] What's it like, feeling with these things? Is it like it is with your hand, or are they super sensitive or something?
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Date: 2020-05-17 12:53 am (UTC)[Majima leaned back from one of the kisses and Tim grabbed the chain that hung around his neck, using it to pull him in for another. Something a little longer, a little deeper.]
Love you, too.
[Always.]
Y'know, I'd meant to ask you before. [He touched the tentacle by his hip, a fond little pat.] What's it like, feeling with these things? Is it like it is with your hand, or are they super sensitive or something?