[ Elan has never been one to just let things happen to him. Even so, it's hard to really concentrate with fingers and teeth and lips and tongue all finding places to tease his skin and make it harder for him to concentrate. He has no eyes for the TV right now - just the living, breathing Hiyori who's right here with him. He exhales, soft and slow, and tries to turn his head to nibble at an ear, even as his breath catches. ]

And what about you?

[ His hand slides a little lower, skims down his belly to tease fingers against his waistline. A promise of more or maybe just to make him squirm. He shifts his weight to meet him as his hips shift, giving back with a lazy grind of his own. ]

Do I get to hear your voice calling my name? Or am I the one who does all the singing for this?

[ He tries to snag a kiss to punctuate that - something a bit hungry and with more than a little bit of passion. ]