[A low hum of approval rumbles near Chuuya's ear as those nails scratch over his skin, a clear indication that in this case he isn't pushing too far.
There's another brief scrape of teeth against his throat before Mori draws back a little, attention briefly glancing down to the other man's clear arousal. Again a smirk curls his lips, but it's an expression of approval as opposed to anything mocking or taunting. But he can't resist the urge to do a bit of pushing of his own, so his fingers drag higher up Chuuya's thigh, nails just barely able to be felt through the fabric of his gloves and the other's pants. They grace dangerously close to the other's erection but never quite get there, purposefully teasing now.]
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There's another brief scrape of teeth against his throat before Mori draws back a little, attention briefly glancing down to the other man's clear arousal. Again a smirk curls his lips, but it's an expression of approval as opposed to anything mocking or taunting. But he can't resist the urge to do a bit of pushing of his own, so his fingers drag higher up Chuuya's thigh, nails just barely able to be felt through the fabric of his gloves and the other's pants. They grace dangerously close to the other's erection but never quite get there, purposefully teasing now.]
You get riled up quite easily, don't you...?