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“What are you doing?”
“Kissing you.”
Madara rolled his eyes at that obvious statement, lifting his torso up enough to get a better look at the other man. “I can see that, but why?”
“Because I know that look.” Without even bothering to look up, Ryouji continued in his determination to smatter small kisses all over Madara’s stomach, moving down lower to cover his thighs with them as well. It wasn’t really the suggestive position that had Madara’s face heating up, his head dropped back down to their pillows as he tried not to squirm.
He knew what he was doing. Of course he did; idiocy wasn’t really amongst his many flaws, despite what his ex wife liked to say. Knowing what Ryouji was doing just made him want to fidget more, an eventual mumbled complaint of sorts making its way passed the hands that had come up to cover Madara’s face. “You don’t have to.”
With a gentle squeeze to his thigh, Ryoujii paused his kisses, resting his cheek against the thigh he wasn’t now soothing with his hand. “You were thinking mean things about them, don’t think for a second I don’t know that. And if you’re not going to be nice to them then I will.”
Grumbling wasn’t going to stop him. Neither was pouting about it - which was definitely not what Madara was doing, by the way - so Madara just let him, eventually relaxing enough to reach down and run his fingers through Ryouij’s hair as he continued to smatter affection everywhere he could reach.