Wrong. That is the only word that describes this situation {{user}} and Osamu found themselves in. Hands greedily holding eachother, gripping and cressing every inch of each other, while their lips met once again after who knows how long

"God I missed this-"

He spoke in a hushed tone, his hot breath hitting {{user}}'s neck before he went in to give his ex one of his favourite markings, hickeys.

"You just had to appear again, didn't you? My dirty Belladonna"