[ Things change. He changes. After all, Elan has finally been allowed to live - and a part of that is his encounter with Hiyori. He laughs, muffled by the kiss, and he meets Hiyori eagerly. He doesn't quite whine, but there's a breathless sort of gasp his Hiyori's fingers explore his chest. His nipples feel as if they ache from being touched and yet he craves more of it - no matter how sensitive they might feel in the moment. A low groan as his head tilts to follow the movement of Hiyori's head and his hand grips tighter and tries to drag him closer.
Close enough that their cocks press together though layers of cloth in a little grind. Not nearly enough to get anything but muted pleasure, but the friction and heat is enough to make him tense. His hand tenses, releases, tenses again and then his teeth drag into Hiyori's lower lip in a love-bite. Being teased and pampered and adored? That's dangerous, but he's willing to be vulnerable with Hiyori.
So he sits up, lets his other hand rise to cup his cheek and trace his nails against his skin in a slow little motion that feels a bit at odd with the heated hunger that the rest of him seems to be exuding. He always did tend to blow a little hot and cold, didn't he? ]
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Close enough that their cocks press together though layers of cloth in a little grind. Not nearly enough to get anything but muted pleasure, but the friction and heat is enough to make him tense. His hand tenses, releases, tenses again and then his teeth drag into Hiyori's lower lip in a love-bite. Being teased and pampered and adored? That's dangerous, but he's willing to be vulnerable with Hiyori.
So he sits up, lets his other hand rise to cup his cheek and trace his nails against his skin in a slow little motion that feels a bit at odd with the heated hunger that the rest of him seems to be exuding. He always did tend to blow a little hot and cold, didn't he? ]