[He hums it lazily, but rather than back up, he simply steps forward. Fingers drag down Toshinori's sides, tracing in the sharp inward jut of his stomach, the curve of his hips, smiling faintly as he does.]
Like?
[He glances up.]
If you're imagining it . . . share with the class, why don't you.
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[He hums it lazily, but rather than back up, he simply steps forward. Fingers drag down Toshinori's sides, tracing in the sharp inward jut of his stomach, the curve of his hips, smiling faintly as he does.]
Like?
[He glances up.]
If you're imagining it . . . share with the class, why don't you.