[ Elan's always been willing to be bold - he just has a bit more experience now (thanks to Hiyori, really) so he's willing to get a bit more aggressive. Even if he does enjoy being the center of attention at times. He offers a smile, his breath escaping in a little hah as Hiyori grinds down against him. His pulse quickens, his breath catches - he wants more of this. He wants to have more skin against skin, more of the taste of sweat on his tongue, more friction.

It's dangerous, he thinks, to want so much.

But here he is anyway.

He draws a hand up Hiyori's front, from hip to belly to chest, fingers spreading so he can feel more of him. He really is lucky, isn't he? His admiration is cut short with a little noise as fingers pinch at a nipple and he squirms. ]

You know what I sound like when I really get involved in praising someone, so no wonder you appreciate it. Maybe you should get me there all over again.

[ He's teasing. Especially with the way he keeps palming his ass and drawing him closer. He grinds up against him and leans up and in to nip at his chin playfully - not enough to leave a mark, obviously. But enough to tease. ]