[His heart blooms in his chest at the response, and that heat floods through his body. He kisses, and it's a little more practiced than the last time, with a few extra tricks. But the emotion is there, and he's clutching at Keito's leg, gasping for air by the time he's done.
His chest heaves a bit, but the flush on his face looks pleasant, rather than urgent.]
Come with me.
[They're on the couch, and he doesn't feel like doing it here. So, he slips off, grabbing the silk, and another grabbing for Keito's hand to pull him hurriedly along to the bedroom.]
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His chest heaves a bit, but the flush on his face looks pleasant, rather than urgent.]
Come with me.
[They're on the couch, and he doesn't feel like doing it here. So, he slips off, grabbing the silk, and another grabbing for Keito's hand to pull him hurriedly along to the bedroom.]