It was a bashful move to bury his face into Sakamoto's many curls, and even if the wanton panting is muffled, Sakamoto can feel it against his scalp, like he can feel the nipple hardening beneath his tongue as he darts it to and fro. His other hand fiddles with a nub, thumb coaxing it back and forth.]
I won't.
[He kisses the underside of that same pectoral muscle, wanton hand scratching over the other, but not hard enough to pierce skin or cause pain.]
Go easy on me, okay? I've never done this sorta thing with a guy. Not that I remember, anyway!
[Sakamoto doesn't wonder if it's okay to ask, he just does-]
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He wants to hear everything.
It was a bashful move to bury his face into Sakamoto's many curls, and even if the wanton panting is muffled, Sakamoto can feel it against his scalp, like he can feel the nipple hardening beneath his tongue as he darts it to and fro. His other hand fiddles with a nub, thumb coaxing it back and forth.]
I won't.
[He kisses the underside of that same pectoral muscle, wanton hand scratching over the other, but not hard enough to pierce skin or cause pain.]
Go easy on me, okay? I've never done this sorta thing with a guy. Not that I remember, anyway!
[Sakamoto doesn't wonder if it's okay to ask, he just does-]
You're not scared of me, are ya?