[Flattery was always the way to go with Izuminokami. It dropped his defenses easily so even without Mikazuki's strength aiding him, it was simple for Mikazuki to shove him down, the younger sword letting out an undignified squawk as he looks up at Mikazuki.]
What—oh. Oh. Do me, you mean. [He frowns, not nearly as harsh as it could be. More embarrassed.] Here? [As if he didn't just suck him off.]
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What—oh. Oh. Do me, you mean. [He frowns, not nearly as harsh as it could be. More embarrassed.] Here? [As if he didn't just suck him off.]