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Mermaid Kabru x mithrun! Dumb thing I drew

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THEY FINALLY MEET

(i also did a kabumisu week tbh cuz i wanted to draw em together so much and this comic is just a comedy of errors lmao)

thank u for readin and likin my silly comic <3 much love and I hope things are better for us all

slightly longer comic cuz unfortunately i keep getting hindered by things beyond my control. but drawing is all i have, so that's all i can do <3

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no talking phase they just do this

inspiration

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Thinking about kabru carefully tucking Mithrun into bed after a party, leaning into his body, inhaling. Taking in his scent. Kissing one of his cheeks, and when Mithrun stays in place, leans in closer, kisses his neck. Nips at his ear. Kisses--

"Sorry," he says, voice a little hoarse. "I shouldn't--"

But Mithrun's hand is gripping the front of his tunic. "Go on," he murmurs. "If you wish to, do so."

And Kabru is surprised by his own eagerness, locks his lips onto the side of Mithrun's neck.

It's not a loud noise by any means, barely more than a breathy grunt, but Mithrun's quiet moan sets Kabru alight, leaves him clambering on top of the older man and kissing at his neck, his throat, leaving hickeys, little nips and marks, inhaling deeply the older man's scent.

Mithrun's hands at first at his sides, and then coming in closer, framing Kabru's body, and then settling on his waist when Kabru grinds eagerly down against him. Feels a tingle of new, fresh desire inside himself, a flicker of an old flame gaining life again.

"Yes," he rasps when Kabru's hands falter on his shirt front, and Kabru desperately unlaces Mithrun's blouse, bears more skin to nip at, to kiss, to mouth and suckle and tongue eagerly across, bringing a constellation of bruises to the surface.

His hand touches Kabru's hair, feels the softness of it because a twinge of curiosity compels him, and Kabru lets out a youthful, wanting noise - Mithrun has never heard that noise before. Very distantly, a memory of a memory, he understands what he's feeling is desire.

Desire for more of that noise, for more of Kabru. Mithrun's cock is hard and he feels it straining, but there's little emotion in it - the physical desire is felt through a Paling, and any emotional desire is yet more detached… But even the ghost is a lot, compared to nothing.

He may not be a man alive just yet, but a ghost is something - a man haunted is not wholly dead and empty, after all. This haunting of desire is an improvement on none at all, this extinguished flame giving off its tiny string of smoke and barely visible flame.

His head drops to Kabru's neck, and Kabru lets out a gasping noise, is asking, "Can… Can I? We don't have to, we don't have to, I just thought, I wanted, I can ride you, if I-- you don't have to--"

Mithrun feels a stronger twinge, a sharper spark.

He bites.

Kabru's howl is so loud that it occurs faintly that someone might come searching for him, but Mithrun doesn't care about that. He tastes sweat and the yield of flesh and the barest blood, sees Kabru's pale, watering eyes, feels him shudder with powerful want Mithrun doesn't have.

"I have to," Kabru says, more urgently now, the profession of a man close to death as he drags down his leggings and climbs over Mithrun, sinks himself down and sheaths Mithrun inside him. Mithrun makes another noise, louder than the other, barely audible over the sheets.

Kabru swallows it when he kisses Mithrun's mouth, and so overwhelming is the tiny spectre of desire that appears on the horizon of Mithrun's consciousness that he acts on it immediately and bites again, bites Kabru's lip this time.

Kabru's answering wail is a hungry sound, and at the same time feels… Nourishing. Satisfactory.

Mithrun falls back and watches tiredly, exhaustedly, as Kabru rides him, exerts himself, leaves himself soaked with sweat and shivering with need.

When Mithrun says, "Yes," again, a distant general comment on the state of affairs, he feels the tighten and flutter of Kabru's muscles as he comes, sees his face screw up and then slacken, feels his dead weight drop onto Mithrun's chest.

Mithrun's hand goes, near automatically - and yet it's so much effort - to Kabru's hair.

The other goes to where he, still hard and yet not eager, goes to where he's stretching Kabru open. His fingers press alongside his own cock, to make Kabru's muscles stretch.

His squirms sate a new hunger in him, a ghost of a ghost of a ghost, but still something. Reflected light still illuminated.

Is this illumination?

Kabru chokes on air, and Mithrun bites the other side of his neck as he forces two fingers inside.

Kabru's back arches. Good.

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Misukabu Misu kabuu mis ka *groaning like a zombie*

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I want misukabuuu I need misukabu I’ll die without misukabu

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I think im #1 misukabu lover.. I love them lots any way but that dynamic specifically is special to me. But tbh there isnt any other competitors anyhow

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More snippets and also a cute wakamisu I drew as a coverup!!

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super sketch

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art has been slow, im lazy and unbothered.. soz

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im not finishing this you get the idea

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Warm embrace

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pre relationship post canon kbms concept i like periodically driving myself crazy with wherein kabru gets mithrun a tin of kind of fancy lip balm as a gift to be Nice and now mithrun (who was already nursing an embarrassing crush he doesnt know what to do with) is living in a personal hell where he thinks of kabru every time he touches his lips to put it on

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happy kabrusday here he is having ramen bc i worry he doesnt eat enough

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Old halloween art from last year

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