[ The hum makes Elan laugh, low and throaty, and his eyes flick up to meet Hiyori's gaze. True, this might be a bit more of a "reward", but what Hiyori gave him wasn't exactly torture, either. Unless you stretched the definition to the breaking point, anyway. As it is, he's still taking his time. His hands press gently against his inner thighs, urging Elan to spread his legs as he tries to get better access to that throbbing heat between his legs.
Not that he immediately goes for it. His cheek skims him as he leans down and down and his teeth close gently for a little love-bite against his thigh. Somewhere high enough that it (probably) won't get spotted...
Although if Hiyori wants to complain he better do it now. ]
i know this feeling
Not that he immediately goes for it. His cheek skims him as he leans down and down and his teeth close gently for a little love-bite against his thigh. Somewhere high enough that it (probably) won't get spotted...
Although if Hiyori wants to complain he better do it now. ]