It's the middle of summer, isn't it? It's not scarf weather-!
[ But he does reach up to rub at the spot idly, eyes trailing over Hiyori's form. The possibilities are endless and he enjoys being close to him. His hands rise and he traces fingers against his sides as Hiyori leans over to reach for the table. It's a light, teasing touch that runs from ribs down to his hips and then he leans in to press a kiss against his belly and then a little lower. Then a bit lower. He murmurs something soft and affectionate and then leaves a suckling little love bite on his belly. It's out of the way. That'll be fine, right?
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[ But he does reach up to rub at the spot idly, eyes trailing over Hiyori's form. The possibilities are endless and he enjoys being close to him. His hands rise and he traces fingers against his sides as Hiyori leans over to reach for the table. It's a light, teasing touch that runs from ribs down to his hips and then he leans in to press a kiss against his belly and then a little lower. Then a bit lower. He murmurs something soft and affectionate and then leaves a suckling little love bite on his belly. It's out of the way. That'll be fine, right?
Or maybe not, but that's not his fault, is it? ]
Maybe you're not fast enough.
[ He teases in kind. ]