[ Well, maybe he would like it - but he wasn't going to say that out loud and admit it, was he? He steps into the reaching hand and then slides against Hiyori as they come together. He exhales - a soft sigh, almost a little huff of disapproval - but he doesn't object when they come together. He kisses him in return and he's not at all displeased to find it a soft, slow kiss.
Even if it does taste like ice tea and pork belly.
Elan makes a low noise and his arms wrap a bit tighter, his fingers carding into Hiyori's hair as he sways against him. He can feel a thrill of heat and pleasure and.... well. The anticipation has certainly helped. He doesn't quite know where he wants this to go, but he knows he wants it. And that's enough.
He takes a step for two back towards the futon, drawing Hiyori with him, the only sound the wetter little noises that come from their kiss. ]
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Even if it does taste like ice tea and pork belly.
Elan makes a low noise and his arms wrap a bit tighter, his fingers carding into Hiyori's hair as he sways against him. He can feel a thrill of heat and pleasure and.... well. The anticipation has certainly helped. He doesn't quite know where he wants this to go, but he knows he wants it. And that's enough.
He takes a step for two back towards the futon, drawing Hiyori with him, the only sound the wetter little noises that come from their kiss. ]