Motochika rose from the sofa to his feet at Mitsuhide's call and made his way over to his lover.
His gaze roamed over Mitsuhide once Mitsuhide was in sight. That Mitsuhide wore his colour was certainly not missed and had the exact impact upon him that Mitsuhide had anticipated.
Motochika would not deny that he loved to see Mitsuhide in his colours.
"I am a fortunate man indeed," he said, his pleasure evident in his rich tone and his expression as he stepped into Mitsuhide's personal space.
For his part, Motochika had dressed finely himself, forgoing his usual artfully ripped and slashed clothing, chains and fur and covering up more appropriately for their purposes -- by his standards, at least, which were still laxer by far than Mitsuhide's.
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His gaze roamed over Mitsuhide once Mitsuhide was in sight. That Mitsuhide wore his colour was certainly not missed and had the exact impact upon him that Mitsuhide had anticipated.
Motochika would not deny that he loved to see Mitsuhide in his colours.
"I am a fortunate man indeed," he said, his pleasure evident in his rich tone and his expression as he stepped into Mitsuhide's personal space.
For his part, Motochika had dressed finely himself, forgoing his usual artfully ripped and slashed clothing, chains and fur and covering up more appropriately for their purposes -- by his standards, at least, which were still laxer by far than Mitsuhide's.
"Are you ready?"