[For Chuuya, things like this were nothing. He's cleared out his fair share of boobytrapped hideouts over the years during Mafia work, though those had generally been far more deadly. Mines didn't do shit to a man who can alter gravity at will.
He's about to say something about moving on, but before the words are even out of his mouth Fyodor is leaning down and in, pressing his mouth to his in a sudden kiss. The unformed words die off into a noise of surprise, but Chuuya is quick to reach up, grab Fyodor lightly by the collar and tug him down into the kiss a bit more firmly.
If there's a smile on his lips that Fyodor can feel, can anyone really blame him? It's nice to be appreciated.
Good to know that's what gets Fyodor going, very good indeed.]
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He's about to say something about moving on, but before the words are even out of his mouth Fyodor is leaning down and in, pressing his mouth to his in a sudden kiss. The unformed words die off into a noise of surprise, but Chuuya is quick to reach up, grab Fyodor lightly by the collar and tug him down into the kiss a bit more firmly.
If there's a smile on his lips that Fyodor can feel, can anyone really blame him? It's nice to be appreciated.
Good to know that's what gets Fyodor going, very good indeed.]