He's just as hard as Elan; Elan can feel that much for himself. It's good, feeling those hands roam his body, those lips nibble his skin. He likes teasing Elan, likes hearing his cute noises and making him come apart beneath his hands. But he also loves attention, and that teasing touch that trails along towards his waistband does plenty to prickle his skin with heat.
He kisses Elan back, his eyes still open. Feeling almost surprised by how passionate the kiss is. He wonders what else Elan has in store.
His voice comes out breathy after it breaks off, his next words murmured against Elan's lips.]
Well, I am a singer...
[He kisses Elan himself this time. He likes it, this kissing-between-words. At the same time, the hand under Elan's shirt trails down, over his stomach and towards Elan's own waistband. He's happy to touch him, make him feel good.
Unless Elan wants to take care of him first, that is.]
If Elan-kun wants something, he'll just have to go for it.
[He smirks again as he pulls his lips off Elan's, both of his hands grabbing Elan's hips and holding them down against the couch. No grinding, not for the moment—instead his hands move inward, fingers popping open the button on Elan's jeans.]
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He's just as hard as Elan; Elan can feel that much for himself. It's good, feeling those hands roam his body, those lips nibble his skin. He likes teasing Elan, likes hearing his cute noises and making him come apart beneath his hands. But he also loves attention, and that teasing touch that trails along towards his waistband does plenty to prickle his skin with heat.
He kisses Elan back, his eyes still open. Feeling almost surprised by how passionate the kiss is. He wonders what else Elan has in store.
His voice comes out breathy after it breaks off, his next words murmured against Elan's lips.]
Well, I am a singer...
[He kisses Elan himself this time. He likes it, this kissing-between-words. At the same time, the hand under Elan's shirt trails down, over his stomach and towards Elan's own waistband. He's happy to touch him, make him feel good.
Unless Elan wants to take care of him first, that is.]
If Elan-kun wants something, he'll just have to go for it.
[He smirks again as he pulls his lips off Elan's, both of his hands grabbing Elan's hips and holding them down against the couch. No grinding, not for the moment—instead his hands move inward, fingers popping open the button on Elan's jeans.]
We could even have a race to the finish! ♪