[ the ownership that she asserts over him makes him feel delighted. enough for him feel nearly breathless, and whatever words he was going to say temporarily remains paused on the tip of his tongue; almost as if simply standing on the very edge of it. he savors the way her question comes out, not unlike the way he also enjoys the equal parts of boldness and tenderness in her touch.

so, he doesn't give her anything but a slight tilt of his head. neither confirmation, or otherwise.

there isn't anyone else who shared the bond they had. a bond steeped in every desire imaginable, and yet one certainly stands at the forefront of that at present, and he feels they both hunger for it deeply. he can feel it in the way her fingers trace of his veins, or in the way, she dips her head to settle between his legs.

his hand draws over the back of kiyomi's head. in no way is it pushy as much as he simply.. strokes her hair. lets his fingers linger by her ears, where she now wears her new earrings. he gives it a light squeeze. enough just to distract his mind from her hot breath on his cock. ] Then it's my turn. As much as I like seeing you like this, I could think of other positions you'd look just as good in.

[ ... and for a moment, he isn't sure what turns him on more. how zealous she seems to be about giving him head, or all the activities they have planned in their near future. except, does it constitute as a plan when they're all just in his head? ]