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Seimei buys Ritsuka a painting set for the holidays.

As he expects, Ritsuka's palette smears and smudges with half-dried acrylic paints — burgundy, lotus-pink, navy, turquoise, mint green, goldenrod flaking against Ritsuka's trousers — lilac and silvery white streaking down Ritsuka's ring finger as Seimei pretends to nibble on his fingertip — custard and raspberry and a deep, vibrant purple, profound like their bond, like their own tiny world.

Like he feels when Ritsuka gazes down at Seimei from underneath his eyelashes, shy and timid, whimpering. Seimei embraces him and pulls Ritsuka's lithe frame over him, running his hands over his naked bottom. He squeezes gently and tests the soft, firm roundness, massaging his thumbs over Ritsuka's cleft and pulling him open.

Ritsuka feels most suited for bubblegum pink and thistle and kiwi green, innocent and yet remarkably tempting, just as Seimei sees him.

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Loveless isn't mine. So apparently ninety nine percent of our solar system's mass is the Sun,,, it can fuse 600 million tons of hydrogen to helium since it is classified as a G-type main-sequence star and can absolute convert 4 million tons TONS of matter to energy,,,,, wowie,,,,,,,,