[Natsume makes a soft, surprised sound at the sudden kiss, but it easily slips into a pleased sort of rumbling sound, deep in his chest. His hand comes up, cradles the side of Junpei's face, still impossibly gentle and careful. If it weren't for the thick, heady possessive scent of his own pheromones, it'd be easy to think he was completely in control.
But there's a note of something there, a trace of the dangerous, ferocious side that had bloodied a guy's nose just an hour before. Especially when someone bangs on the wall outside the room, yelling something about "five minute warning, get your pants on, kid".
Natsume scowls over his shoulder, prickly and protective all over again.] In a minute.
[Then he's ducking down, kissing Junpei again, firm and deep and lingering, pulling him flush against his body, leaving no doubt about how much Natsume doesn't want to leave. His hands are pressed to the omega's back, wanting him closer, closer, wanting to consume him. That way nobody else can ever scare him or hurt him or touch him ever again.]
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But there's a note of something there, a trace of the dangerous, ferocious side that had bloodied a guy's nose just an hour before. Especially when someone bangs on the wall outside the room, yelling something about "five minute warning, get your pants on, kid".
Natsume scowls over his shoulder, prickly and protective all over again.] In a minute.
[Then he's ducking down, kissing Junpei again, firm and deep and lingering, pulling him flush against his body, leaving no doubt about how much Natsume doesn't want to leave. His hands are pressed to the omega's back, wanting him closer, closer, wanting to consume him. That way nobody else can ever scare him or hurt him or touch him ever again.]