[ oh, it's definitely a compliment. at least it is in mei's book. he's especially pretty when he makes noises like that. unlike other people, mei'll let him hide (there are better venues to get koushi all riled up from), and besides. currently? he has a front row seat to everything. every little reaction, the jerk, the way he says his name.
that's not going to be enough, though; mei as a pitcher loves to toy with his prey, and in the bedroom it's really no exception. he absently repeats the motion again, and then circles his fingertip over his entrance, wet and slow, just enough to feel the heat of his skin there. ]
Hmmm? [ he hums as an answer, ducks his head forward to press his teeth to the perfect curve of koushi's ass--not hard, but how could he resist? the slow, teasing motion of his thumb over him continues, too, with no signs of becoming any more fulfilling anytime soon. he wants to hear what he has to say, after all. ♥ ]
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that's not going to be enough, though; mei as a pitcher loves to toy with his prey, and in the bedroom it's really no exception. he absently repeats the motion again, and then circles his fingertip over his entrance, wet and slow, just enough to feel the heat of his skin there. ]
Hmmm? [ he hums as an answer, ducks his head forward to press his teeth to the perfect curve of koushi's ass--not hard, but how could he resist? the slow, teasing motion of his thumb over him continues, too, with no signs of becoming any more fulfilling anytime soon. he wants to hear what he has to say, after all. ♥ ]