Harvestman makes a few soft appreciative noises, hands settling on the back of Arashi's neck and combing through his hair. He loves that hair, far more fiercely than he ever could have imagined, in any color or style Arashi decided on. Like his makeup, it was something Harvestman wouldn't look for in another man, so different from the men he'd been with before. But it was part of what made Arashi who he was, and he couldn't dream of it being any different.
"But how will I show the world you're mine?" It's light and teasing, almost mocking - it was a silly thing to need, a show of possession that went against his morals, however limited those were.
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Date: 2014-07-19 12:16 am (UTC)"But how will I show the world you're mine?" It's light and teasing, almost mocking - it was a silly thing to need, a show of possession that went against his morals, however limited those were.