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[Dodger's passed worse mouthfuls than vodka with kisses like this, so he can't complain at all. He accepts it eagerly, bringing a hand to Squalo's cheek and pressing his tongue into the younger man's mouth to taste the traces of alcohol. It takes him a moment longer before he finally breaks the kiss, struggling to catch his breath while his gaze darts over Squalo's face.]

You are so fucking beautiful...

[He steals another kiss, this one soft and short, before reaching to try and pull Squalo's shirt off. Better to move quickly, in case Squalo's head catches us and he puts an end to it.]