⊰ ♞ ⊱ —— “Indeed,” Hatori breathed, his lips ghosting along the snake’s forehead, down his cheek, and then along his feminine jawline. “Just as I am yours in mind, body, and soul…” The words trailed off, the dragon’s mouth now occupied with leaving little love bites along the serpent’s neck- more or less as a way to subtly mark his partner as his territory. They didn’t have long before they needed to return to banquet, and no doubt, a certain drunken canine would come looking to Ayame for some attention after Akito halted his advances.
Hatori had no intentions of sharing Ayame; not now, not ever- but particularly, not tonight. The proud dragon had laid claim on the ever-fashionable snake this evening,
Shigure would have to wait his turn.
It was ridiculous, the side of the succinct doctor that Ayame was able to coax out of him. Currently, Hatori was gently nibbling on his earlobe and pawing at him like an adolescent– certainly unbecoming for a man pushing thirty. Even so, he pulled away after a few moments and held eye contact with those golden, murky hues of Ayame’s. "Should we go further… Or shall we return to that pathetic excuse for a New Year’s banquet?“
A Grumpy Little Dragon 