[ Elan's lips spread in a little grin as he feels (and hears) that hitch of breath. He leans back a little more - back to chest now, still pressed right up against Hiyori and letting him feel every bit of his very wet, warm body.
Maybe Hiyori can behave, but it's possible Elan doesn't want to. ]
Well... since we're in the shower, we could make another mess.
[ He punctuates that with a little shimmy of his hips. ]
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Maybe Hiyori can behave, but it's possible Elan doesn't want to. ]
Well... since we're in the shower, we could make another mess.
[ He punctuates that with a little shimmy of his hips. ]
It could be fun.