[Ichigo looks over from the futon in Mikazuki’s room where he is resting (and feeling just a bit sore) after a rather passionate rainy afternoon. Well, there wasn’t anything else to do! And for all of Mikazuki’s talk of how he’s an old man, he definitely didn’t act like one just now... Yes, it’s definitely Mikazuki’s fault that he doesn’t really want to move but he’s curious to know what he’s writing. And somehow in the back of his mind, this feels familiar...
He gets up and puts on one of Mikazuki’s yukatas for he has no idea where his own clothes are... Ichigo then hugs his dear husband from behind, affectionately nuzzling his head against his for a moment before peering over his shoulder.]
Poetry time a few days after the other thread~! NSFW-ish?
[Ichigo looks over from the futon in Mikazuki’s room where he is resting (and feeling just a bit sore) after a rather passionate rainy afternoon. Well, there wasn’t anything else to do! And for all of Mikazuki’s talk of how he’s an old man, he definitely didn’t act like one just now... Yes, it’s definitely Mikazuki’s fault that he doesn’t really want to move but he’s curious to know what he’s writing. And somehow in the back of his mind, this feels familiar...
He gets up and puts on one of Mikazuki’s yukatas for he has no idea where his own clothes are... Ichigo then hugs his dear husband from behind, affectionately nuzzling his head against his for a moment before peering over his shoulder.]
What sort of poetry?