[ The fingers in his hair make him hum softly, tongue lapping against the little mark he's left behind. His eyes raise to find Hiyori's and there's a laugh that bubbles out of him. Something joyful and amused and a little possessive, even. He trails his lips against him and the practically nuzzles the tent in his underwear, giving Hiyori a taste of friction and heat and warmth, but not yet bothering to tug him free. Instead he moves past, replacing his face with his fingers - a lazy grind with his palm to keep Hiyori on edge - and gives him another little love-bite on the other side.
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He's taking it slow. For now. ]