[That bite of teeth pulls a moan from Hiyori, sounding pleasured rather than a displeased. He doesn't mind Elan getting a bit rougher, nor does he mind having his face stroked tenderly, like a priceless treasure being appraised. He does, however, pull back just to murmur,]
Careful.
[He can't return to his room with visibly-bitten lips, or any other bitemarks. At least not where the yukata might show them, anyway (or where his stage clothes might show them later, if the mark lasts more than a day or two). But Elan-kun isn't an idol. He's been wandering the globe dressed in outdoor clothes. So there's no need to be so careful with him... right?
With a smirk playing on his lips, Hiyori leans in again, not to steal another kiss but to bury his mouth in Elan's throat. He sucks on the skin before bearing down with his teeth, one hand still wandering inside Elan's yukata while the other pulls at the knot at the front of it.]
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Careful.
[He can't return to his room with visibly-bitten lips, or any other bitemarks. At least not where the yukata might show them, anyway (or where his stage clothes might show them later, if the mark lasts more than a day or two). But Elan-kun isn't an idol. He's been wandering the globe dressed in outdoor clothes. So there's no need to be so careful with him... right?
With a smirk playing on his lips, Hiyori leans in again, not to steal another kiss but to bury his mouth in Elan's throat. He sucks on the skin before bearing down with his teeth, one hand still wandering inside Elan's yukata while the other pulls at the knot at the front of it.]