[His thigh jolts a little underneath that wandering palm, a jerk of muscle, and the steering wheel whines a little bit under Chikusa's own hands as he tightens his fingers around it. It's hard to ignore him when he's like this, breath caressing his skin.]
I thought you weren't a morning person... We haven't even made it out of the city.
no subject
I thought you weren't a morning person... We haven't even made it out of the city.