[Lower, and he does as bid, his tongue sliding against the crook of his neck, teeth scraping against heated skin. He smells fantastic, a mixture of soap and himself, and Aizawa is startled to realize he actually has that scent memorized.
Ah-- and he rocks his hips back, arching his back, knowing he's being a tease by pushing his hips against Toshinori's fingers and not actually caring.]
Imprecise.
[He grinds his hips down again, grinning at the resulting pressure. It's hot, but it isn't overwhelming, not like it was before. It's fun to be on the other side of the equation.]
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Ah-- and he rocks his hips back, arching his back, knowing he's being a tease by pushing his hips against Toshinori's fingers and not actually caring.]
Imprecise.
[He grinds his hips down again, grinning at the resulting pressure. It's hot, but it isn't overwhelming, not like it was before. It's fun to be on the other side of the equation.]
How much you want me? In what way, hm?