[ This is a little different, isn't it? He's never actually frotted before, but it feels good. A heated friction, rough and lubricated by their mutual arousal, one that sends jolts of heat through his body. He sighs into the kiss, his hands gripping - one still in Hiyori's hair, the other against the curve of his ass to encourage him to go a little faster, a little harder, as his own body arches up to meet him. It's not the same as the other times they've come close and let their bodies meet, but that's half the thrill, isn't it?
His hips twist and there's a muffled moan against Hiyori's mouth as he squirms. It's not overwhelming enough to make him tug away, but it's getting there - building and building and making him want more (but almost too sensitive). He twists and presses into him with a low ragged gasp and then he bits at his lower lip with a breathy laugh.
He doesn't know who will fall apart first, but he's not thinking too hard about it, either. ]
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His hips twist and there's a muffled moan against Hiyori's mouth as he squirms. It's not overwhelming enough to make him tug away, but it's getting there - building and building and making him want more (but almost too sensitive). He twists and presses into him with a low ragged gasp and then he bits at his lower lip with a breathy laugh.
He doesn't know who will fall apart first, but he's not thinking too hard about it, either. ]