[Hiyori needs to let go in order for Elan to lie down, so he does just that. His hands will be all over him again in just a minute, though, don't worry.
In the meantime, that sure is an appealing sight laid out in front of him. Elan-kun visibly enjoying himself, a bit disheveled with his robe hanging open, lying back and laughing before his eyes peer up at Hiyori with a surprising amount of heat. A gaze that conveys desire and trust and all sorts of wonderful things. One that no one else has ever seen before. Perhaps there's something sad about that last part, but for now, Hiyori's perfectly happy to have Elan all to himself.]
Since I was invited, sure~♪
[He can't say no. Plus it'd just be cruel to leave Elan hanging. He lowers himself into the futon, swinging his legs to straddle Elan. His hands, as promised, are on him again immediately: one smooths up his chest, fingertips grazing the skin exposed by his yukata, while the other grasps Elan's chin, tilting his head up just a bit.]
Now, where were we?
[The smile on his lips should tell Elan that he does, in fact, recall exactly where they were. As should the way he leans in, bowing his head over Elan's to connect their lips again. One hand slips in the front of Elan's yukata, mimicking the way he tries to slip him some tongue. Look, Elan did hint that he wants him to pounce!]
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In the meantime, that sure is an appealing sight laid out in front of him. Elan-kun visibly enjoying himself, a bit disheveled with his robe hanging open, lying back and laughing before his eyes peer up at Hiyori with a surprising amount of heat. A gaze that conveys desire and trust and all sorts of wonderful things. One that no one else has ever seen before. Perhaps there's something sad about that last part, but for now, Hiyori's perfectly happy to have Elan all to himself.]
Since I was invited, sure~♪
[He can't say no. Plus it'd just be cruel to leave Elan hanging. He lowers himself into the futon, swinging his legs to straddle Elan. His hands, as promised, are on him again immediately: one smooths up his chest, fingertips grazing the skin exposed by his yukata, while the other grasps Elan's chin, tilting his head up just a bit.]
Now, where were we?
[The smile on his lips should tell Elan that he does, in fact, recall exactly where they were. As should the way he leans in, bowing his head over Elan's to connect their lips again. One hand slips in the front of Elan's yukata, mimicking the way he tries to slip him some tongue. Look, Elan did hint that he wants him to pounce!]