[ there we go. now isn't that a pretty sight, taking koushi apart little bit by bit, watching his spine unravel with every kiss, every brush of his fingertips. one of the things mei really, really likes about sex is that he can be in control of everything. just like with his pitching, mei likes that he can find all the little pieces that make someone tick and exploit every single one of them. (admittedly, this is a much more positive experience, for both parties involved.)
so he looks a little delighted, even when he fumbles around to get his zipper down and pop the button to his pants, pushing between the layers of fabric to curl his fingers around koushi and tug.
the tone to his voice is deceptively innocent, playful, as he pulls away from his chest and looks up at suga, brows knitted together in a mischievous pout, his blue eyes twinkling just a little. ] Am I not being nice~?
[ accompanied with a squeeze, with the thumb of his dexterous left hand finding koushi's slit and stroking over it. ]
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so he looks a little delighted, even when he fumbles around to get his zipper down and pop the button to his pants, pushing between the layers of fabric to curl his fingers around koushi and tug.
the tone to his voice is deceptively innocent, playful, as he pulls away from his chest and looks up at suga, brows knitted together in a mischievous pout, his blue eyes twinkling just a little. ] Am I not being nice~?
[ accompanied with a squeeze, with the thumb of his dexterous left hand finding koushi's slit and stroking over it. ]