[ Oh. He's a little distracted, but Hiyori's voice makes him blink and give him a glance, his breath hitching as he tries to catch his breath. It's a little rough, true, but he thinks he's managing. He stills and peers up at him, tongue running over his lips as he tries to collect his rather scattered thoughts.
His fingers don't stop, though. They skim over Hiyori's chest still, teasing a little as he tries to get himself back in order. ]
What I want most in the world out of sex? Or just in general?
[ He drawls in response. Yeah, he's a being a pill about this. It's what he does. ]
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His fingers don't stop, though. They skim over Hiyori's chest still, teasing a little as he tries to get himself back in order. ]
What I want most in the world out of sex? Or just in general?
[ He drawls in response. Yeah, he's a being a pill about this. It's what he does. ]
Because those are different things, you know.