[ The only reason he's still able to concentrate at all on their game is because she keeps giving him syllables that start with what he's already thinking about, one way or another. It's getting very hard to think about anything else but that powerful need he's feeling.
His hand works its way up her shirt, cupping over a breast. Is it too frisky of him to do that? She doesn't seem to mind him lifting up her shirt, and she doesn't seem to mind the way he's pressing up against her, either. His tongue starts swirling around hers, wanting to feel more of her... as much of her as he can get.
Are... are they really doing this? Is he really going this far with Mion?
He... thinks part of him always would have liked that. And not just because she's an attractive girl. He might not have believed it, but if Mion had asked him to be her first, or for her to be his... he doesn't think he would have minded it. But he definitely prefers it like this: that they're doing this because they love each other. ]
Suki.
[ Love, in case she has any doubts as to what's driving his hand adventurously groping her, his hips pressing into her, or his tongue darting around her mouth. Besides all the desire, of course. And while it could also mean skin, like the skin he's touching, the way he thinks it is way too affectionate for that. ]
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His hand works its way up her shirt, cupping over a breast. Is it too frisky of him to do that? She doesn't seem to mind him lifting up her shirt, and she doesn't seem to mind the way he's pressing up against her, either. His tongue starts swirling around hers, wanting to feel more of her... as much of her as he can get.
Are... are they really doing this? Is he really going this far with Mion?
He... thinks part of him always would have liked that. And not just because she's an attractive girl. He might not have believed it, but if Mion had asked him to be her first, or for her to be his... he doesn't think he would have minded it. But he definitely prefers it like this: that they're doing this because they love each other. ]
Suki.
[ Love, in case she has any doubts as to what's driving his hand adventurously groping her, his hips pressing into her, or his tongue darting around her mouth. Besides all the desire, of course. And while it could also mean skin, like the skin he's touching, the way he thinks it is way too affectionate for that. ]