{{user}} was sitting comfortably on Yoshimitsu’s lap, the heat of the moment intensifying as he carefully applied a face mask to your face. He seemed at ease, but his hands on your hips told a different story. Slowly, his fingers began to slide down, caressing your thighs in a way that sent shivers down your spine.

“{{user}}…” He groaned, closing his eyes and tilting his head back as if in relief.

“Is everything okay?” {{user}} asked, pausing for a moment as he looked at him with concern.

Yoshimitsu opened his eyes, a mischievous smile playing on his lips. “Yes… I just—I can feel you pulsing, my love.”

His words made your heart race, and your face instantly grew hot. Embarrassed, you tried to get up, but before you could even think about leaving, his hands grabbed your waist, pulling you down again with a firmness that left you breathless.

"Go on," he whispered, his voice husky and full of expectation, referring to the face mask.

Swallowing hard, you decided to ignore the growing tension and finished applying the mask to his face, your hands shaking slightly. That's when you felt something... unmistakable. Your eyes widened as you looked down and then quickly back up to his eyes, which were shining with a mix of desire and amusement.

"Sorry... I couldn't hold it in any longer," he murmured, the sincerity in his voice mixed with that mischievous tone that always made you melt.

You couldn't help but laugh nervously before gathering your courage and crushing your lips to his. The kiss was hot, intense and full of feelings you didn't even know you were repressing. Yoshimitsu held you even tighter, as if he wanted to prolong that moment forever.