[As Elan's fingers dip lower, Hiyori catches his eyes. Seeking permission, perhaps? Elan can touch wherever he wants, and Hiyori opens his mouth to tell him so. But the only thing that escapes is a shuddering breath.
Nope. Not seeking permission, after all.
He's getting hard. He's not all the way there yet—it takes more than kissing for him, usually. But being in bed with someone who's cute and eager to learn, and slowly stripping off his clothes while that person watches with desire smoldering behind their eyes... that gets him going, alright. (It's the exhibitionism.)
He shifts his hips, pressing hot against Elan's hand. He doesn't touch Elan back just yet or finish undressing him; he'd like to continue what he started, but for now it seems best to let the other boy do what he wants, indulging that curiosity of his. He slides a hand around Elan's back, fingers twisting in the fabric of his robe, and leans back on the bed, lazy and indulgent, an expectant smile curving up his lips. More of that, please.]
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Nope. Not seeking permission, after all.
He's getting hard. He's not all the way there yet—it takes more than kissing for him, usually. But being in bed with someone who's cute and eager to learn, and slowly stripping off his clothes while that person watches with desire smoldering behind their eyes... that gets him going, alright. (It's the exhibitionism.)
He shifts his hips, pressing hot against Elan's hand. He doesn't touch Elan back just yet or finish undressing him; he'd like to continue what he started, but for now it seems best to let the other boy do what he wants, indulging that curiosity of his. He slides a hand around Elan's back, fingers twisting in the fabric of his robe, and leans back on the bed, lazy and indulgent, an expectant smile curving up his lips. More of that, please.]