[Today, like every other day, he can feel himself yielding to Byakuran. Perhaps the don's lips are simply that intoxicating, so much so that he always desires more. It did disgust him, initially; he had felt every touch to be revolting when their game - or relationship - began. Parting his lips willingly, he is drawn closer, a hand sliding up along the curve of Byakuran's neck to rest at the base of the skull.]
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