[Yamamoto intends to kiss him again and again, but he also does not want to fight the bag for that space, nor his weapon. He wants his arms, hands all free to be for the bomber only, he's dreamt of holding him again for what feels like ages.
It is, their apartment, their home, and Yamamoto is beyond happy and excited. He laughs at that question with a bright smile. ]
No, because I don't want to let go of you even if you did, but it was the right thing to offer, in case.
[He folds his arms, drawing Hayato in tight against his chest, head tilting just enough to let his boyfriend nestle there in his neck, one set of digits settling lovingly against his back, while the others rise, carding softly through silver locks.]
[ACTION!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
It is, their apartment, their home, and Yamamoto is beyond happy and excited. He laughs at that question with a bright smile. ]
No, because I don't want to let go of you even if you did, but it was the right thing to offer, in case.
[He folds his arms, drawing Hayato in tight against his chest, head tilting just enough to let his boyfriend nestle there in his neck, one set of digits settling lovingly against his back, while the others rise, carding softly through silver locks.]