[ She's not...? Mitsuru isn't sure where he's going with this at first and she's almost momentarily concerned that she's doing something completely and utterly wrong. She's never done anything like this before after all...
What he's just trying to tell her that he's not liking this in the most polite way possible?
But then he finishes that sentence and a dark blush begins to spread across her face. There is something else too, a none too small thrill at the thought... ]
...I see.
[ She finds herself shuddering pleasantly as Akihiko weaves his fingers through her hair. She considers his neck where she was teasing it, finally spurred on enough to bite him there, teeth grazing him hard enough to leave a mark as she sucks gently on his bare skin. She can't rein in the strange feeling of satisfaction at her handiwork, the way she's marked him. She murmurs against his neck. ]
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What he's just trying to tell her that he's not liking this in the most polite way possible?
But then he finishes that sentence and a dark blush begins to spread across her face. There is something else too, a none too small thrill at the thought... ]
...I see.
[ She finds herself shuddering pleasantly as Akihiko weaves his fingers through her hair. She considers his neck where she was teasing it, finally spurred on enough to bite him there, teeth grazing him hard enough to leave a mark as she sucks gently on his bare skin. She can't rein in the strange feeling of satisfaction at her handiwork, the way she's marked him. She murmurs against his neck. ]
Like this, Akihiko?