Hands
Lieumon. I regret nothing.
From Lieutenant’s point of view. Part two to this. This ship is so serious. So this is what happens when I try to make sexyangstyfluff.
I hurried home that night and tried desperately not to think of my actions, but failed miserably. The feel of his skin under the mask haunted my fingers. Years. I had known Amon for years. I had been one of the first to join the equalists. Where was my control? I suddenly found myself wishing I had a mask so I could distance myself from him. Then it occurred to me perhaps he was using the mask the same way.
Hnnnnng
