Murasaki grinned, his dull acrylic fangs showing, a soft giggle escaping him at Aoi's eagerness. His mouth as usual was sweet and lemony. He tilted his head when their lips parted, exposing more of his slender neck. With the kimonos pulled aside his milky flesh a canvass of Aoi's affections.<br/><br/>Delicate hands moved to Aoi's belt, calmly unfastening it before moving to the pants. His desires were simple, he liked sweets and cock, and for the moment was out of sweets. Soft lustful sounds purred forth from Murasaki as he was reassured of his standing with Aoi's words and actions.