[More. He can do that. It's what he wants too, after all: another taste of her skin, another call of his name on her lips. Greedy isn't often a word that describes him, but when it comes to Mitsuru, he can't get enough.
If her thoughts are running away with her, Yu's have completely taken over: he drags his hands down her sides, brushing over the swell of her breasts, along her hipbones. He follows up those trails of heat with kisses, slowly inching lower. He lingers at the inside of her thighs, smooth, soft, pressing kisses to the sensitive skin there almost curiously, as if he's wondering what sounds she might make.
Maybe he is, a bit.
He brings a finger between her legs, touching her through the thin fabric of her underwear, eyes flicking up to watch her as he does.]
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If her thoughts are running away with her, Yu's have completely taken over: he drags his hands down her sides, brushing over the swell of her breasts, along her hipbones. He follows up those trails of heat with kisses, slowly inching lower. He lingers at the inside of her thighs, smooth, soft, pressing kisses to the sensitive skin there almost curiously, as if he's wondering what sounds she might make.
Maybe he is, a bit.
He brings a finger between her legs, touching her through the thin fabric of her underwear, eyes flicking up to watch her as he does.]