[Even without looking, the demon's stare feels intense, piercing him like a bug to a board- Chikusa doesn't think he could get away if he wanted to. He shifts in place, fingers curling into the fabric at his thigh.]
[Warm him up... Pressing against him once more, that heat, the wetness of a kiss, his hand going who knows where...]
That'd... take away from the point, wouldn't it? [Engulfed in a nervous- and maybe more than that- heat, he glances at him from the corner of his eye.] ...Tell me what to do.
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[Warm him up... Pressing against him once more, that heat, the wetness of a kiss, his hand going who knows where...]
That'd... take away from the point, wouldn't it? [Engulfed in a nervous- and maybe more than that- heat, he glances at him from the corner of his eye.] ...Tell me what to do.