[ There's a little 'oop' noise from him as suddenly his hand is stuck between them - and there's some more of that delicious friction. A grind through the thin layers of cloth keeping them apart. But that's enough, at least for now. He exhales, a low little sigh, and his head goes back in a lazy little motion to accept the kisses that come to decorate his jaw and throat. ]
We'll see who wins...
[ His hips rise, equally lazy, and circle in a little motion to bring them together again. There's pleasure and heat and a giddy sense of anticipation. It's nice. Something he doesn't want to let go of. But he does work his hand free, if only so he can grasp onto Hiyori's shoulder. ]
And who falls apart first.
[ Well, probably him, but still. It's no fun if he doesn't push back. ]
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We'll see who wins...
[ His hips rise, equally lazy, and circle in a little motion to bring them together again. There's pleasure and heat and a giddy sense of anticipation. It's nice. Something he doesn't want to let go of. But he does work his hand free, if only so he can grasp onto Hiyori's shoulder. ]
And who falls apart first.
[ Well, probably him, but still. It's no fun if he doesn't push back. ]