[ Ratio can't feel the touch of the other man's hand, not really, but he swears the heat of the other man's palm makes its way through his bust and leaves him utterly desperate beyond belief. His eyes widen, and he chokes off a little noise, astounded at the arrogance of it. ]
I - we were in agreement.
[ One hand rises, to try and push back against Aventurine's chest, to urge him back, before he sighs and sinks into himself. ]
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I - we were in agreement.
[ One hand rises, to try and push back against Aventurine's chest, to urge him back, before he sighs and sinks into himself. ]
Very well. One kiss.