One would think Tadaaki and Mizuru were working on gaining the [Shameless Sexual Deviant] title, based on their activities that morning.
There was steamy hot, passionate, romantic cultivation between the two long-lost lovers with so much catching up to do. Their bodies, filled to the brim with positive youth energy, blossoming with perspiration and saliva as they found their bed upon the bloodied tile floor.
Tadaaki had always been of a slow, romantic sort. Whereas Mizuru, oftentimes acting as the aggressor, is nonetheless easily—wilfully—eroded, by a pair of loving hands.
"Do the arms make it...weird?" Mizuru asked at one point, in an uncommon hush. With uncommon timidness.
