[As soon as Dionysus is laying beside him, Ranpo is quick to latch onto him, thoroughly enjoying that skin-to-skin contact. If they had the luxury of time, he might ask to just stay like this for a little while... but the general situation aside, he's too impatient for that to last for long anyway.]
[With a hand resting on Dionysus' chest, he runs his fingertips downward, tracing over his muscles... oh, he has a type, all right.]
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[With a hand resting on Dionysus' chest, he runs his fingertips downward, tracing over his muscles... oh, he has a type, all right.]
So... how do you want me?