[Bakura's pleased murmur was the most he could manage with Malik persistently kissing him. He'd intended this to be more peaceful for Malik's sake, but the other's passion overwhelmed that intention with ease. It was an interesting juxtaposition, the violence of Malik's lips pressing against his own and the sweetness of that touch. Not for the first time, he wondered faintly just how conflicted Malik's mind truly was. Of course there was damage, to produce that wicked alter-ego of his, but the boy seemed truly lost sometimes.
Oh well. It didn't matter, he supposed. What did matter was the heat of Malik's body beneath him, the feel of his hot breath against his lips as he kissed him. Nothing else mattered. Lifting a hand, he covered one of Malik's with his own, slipping his fingers between Malik's to hold it from behind in a rare gesture of affection.]
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Oh well. It didn't matter, he supposed. What did matter was the heat of Malik's body beneath him, the feel of his hot breath against his lips as he kissed him. Nothing else mattered. Lifting a hand, he covered one of Malik's with his own, slipping his fingers between Malik's to hold it from behind in a rare gesture of affection.]