Sights and sounds, unseen and unheard by any other... there truly were many. One such sound was the appreciative one Mitsuhide made in the back of his throat as they kissed, something gentle and warm. When they parted, the need to breathe making it necessary, the younger man regarded his lover with dark eyes and smiled.

"My possessive Motochika."

For a moment it seemed like Mitsuhide was going to add to that comment, but in the end he rose his free hand to his lips and laughed quietly instead.

He did enjoy encouraging his lover's possessive side, on occasion.