[By the time Souji looks up at him, Ian's eyes are soft with affection and sparkling with unapologetic amusement. He's faring much better than Souji in the composure department; aside from his flushed cheeks and swollen lips, barely a hair is out of place. Though every time Souji bites at his lip Ian unconsciously runs his tongue over his own, and he can't help but let his eyes drift over Souji's flustered appearance. It would be so easy to just... lean in again and pick up where they left off, and Ian's only a little bit surprised at how much he really wants to.]
I would give you a hand [or a mouth, he's not fussed], but let's not go through too many of your 'firsts' in one hit, hm~?
[And yet, despite his words he is definitely pressing his thumbs against Souji's hips and rubbing in small, deliberate circles.]
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I would give you a hand [or a mouth, he's not fussed], but let's not go through too many of your 'firsts' in one hit, hm~?
[And yet, despite his words he is definitely pressing his thumbs against Souji's hips and rubbing in small, deliberate circles.]