[ suga presses his face a little further into the pillow underneath him, breath hitching at the feeling of mei circling his entrance with the pad of his thumb. the nerves there are sensitive enough to make him wriggle and squirm, his next exhale coming out of him with a little mm as the pitcher gives him just a little bit more pressure. it's not quite enough to satisfy; it just makes the heat burn even higher at the pit of his stomach, makes his skin itch with want. ]
I-I... [ he huffs a breath, but he promptly jolts a little at the feeling of mei's teeth on the curve of his rear. not hard, but enough to startle him. ] ... you're teasing, Mei.
[ the pout in his voice is almost audible. ] You didn't call me all the way down here just for that, did you?
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I-I... [ he huffs a breath, but he promptly jolts a little at the feeling of mei's teeth on the curve of his rear. not hard, but enough to startle him. ] ... you're teasing, Mei.
[ the pout in his voice is almost audible. ] You didn't call me all the way down here just for that, did you?