[ it's in the back of minami's brain somewhere; he doesn't mind but he also doesn't like to share. particularly not moments like this, touch like this, sounds like this.
he undoes the last of the shirt buttons, surprised as the last one becomes undone that he's here already. he's so used to moving moments like these on his own that just the faintest push from tsukasa makes him so eager.
he'd admit that now and probably more if prompted, but he does what's natural to him instead next; kisses on tender skin down and then back up. for better or worse he doesn't hesitate in letting his tongue flick over skin and nipple both.
he wants to know what other kind of sounds tsukasa will make. ]
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he undoes the last of the shirt buttons, surprised as the last one becomes undone that he's here already. he's so used to moving moments like these on his own that just the faintest push from tsukasa makes him so eager.
he'd admit that now and probably more if prompted, but he does what's natural to him instead next; kisses on tender skin down and then back up. for better or worse he doesn't hesitate in letting his tongue flick over skin and nipple both.
he wants to know what other kind of sounds tsukasa will make. ]