"Initiating blueprint transfer," Chihiro said in a low tone just barely heard, and he kissed Frost Flower even more eagerly.
Chihiro basked in Frost Flower's scent. The latter hadn't showered for many days, but Chihiro didn't feel that as inconvenience in his sensory experience. He wanted to meld himself together with Frost Flower. The fallen commander was his lover, his beau, his everything.
As their lips bit each other, tongues and teeth became inseparable in the exchange. Kisses became sloppier and wetter, Chihiro heard the noises and was turned on even more. His hands moved upwards to grab Frost Flower's collar that he could reach from between the bars. Frost Flower let himself be pulled by Chihiro, he allowed the latter to manoeuvre his neck however way he wished.
