[WIFE WIFE WIFE he's going to say that multiple times a day once they're married, just because he can. She may have to make it a taboo word for a while so she can get a break from it, heh.
SCRUB HIM LIKE A DOG IN A BATH, HIYORI. PERFUME HIM UP. SHOVE POTPOURRI INTO HIS TRACKSUIT SO HE'S LIKE A SMELLY SCARECROW.
This is a new leaf for him - embracing all that he loves without any guilt or shame. No regrets. None while they're here, not anymore. And in this particular case, embracing her with both hands for guidance and greed. While she moves herself against him, getting his eyes to flutter closed, he's assisting by steadily rocking his hips in time with hers so they meet where it counts.
The fact that Hiyori takes him seriously for even a minute is so amusing; him, Yato, having qualms about boundaries and limits? It's downright hilarious to be honest. So he can't help laughing at her incredulous look.]
Haha! You oughta see the expression on your face, Hiyori...! So cute, with your cheeks puffing up like that, hehe~
[HE WAS A GRADE A CREEP AND HE'S (ALMOST) PROUD OF IT. Because it was all a precursor to the love he's showing her now. They wouldn't be here without all his antics. Probably.
Though once she's determined to punish him by retreating, he sobers up pretty damn quickly, lips falling into a pout as he tries (and fails_ to rub against her again. Eventually he sags back against the tub, defeated, slowly sliding down until he's stretched out beneath her.]
So mean, Mother... [THAT'S WHAT HUSBANDS SOMETIMES CALL THEIR WIVES, RIGHT when they have cHILDREN, YATO]
they haven't gone at it for at least one thread ajsldfjs
SCRUB HIM LIKE A DOG IN A BATH, HIYORI. PERFUME HIM UP. SHOVE POTPOURRI INTO HIS TRACKSUIT SO HE'S LIKE A SMELLY SCARECROW.
This is a new leaf for him - embracing all that he loves without any guilt or shame. No regrets. None while they're here, not anymore. And in this particular case, embracing her with both hands for guidance and greed. While she moves herself against him, getting his eyes to flutter closed, he's assisting by steadily rocking his hips in time with hers so they meet where it counts.
The fact that Hiyori takes him seriously for even a minute is so amusing; him, Yato, having qualms about boundaries and limits? It's downright hilarious to be honest. So he can't help laughing at her incredulous look.]
Haha! You oughta see the expression on your face, Hiyori...! So cute, with your cheeks puffing up like that, hehe~
[HE WAS A GRADE A CREEP AND HE'S (ALMOST) PROUD OF IT. Because it was all a precursor to the love he's showing her now. They wouldn't be here without all his antics. Probably.
Though once she's determined to punish him by retreating, he sobers up pretty damn quickly, lips falling into a pout as he tries (and fails_ to rub against her again. Eventually he sags back against the tub, defeated, slowly sliding down until he's stretched out beneath her.]
So mean, Mother... [THAT'S WHAT HUSBANDS SOMETIMES CALL THEIR WIVES, RIGHT
when they have cHILDREN, YATO]