[Sakuma turns into putty under the touch, and Fudou smiles in satisfaction. There was constant worry about this man's heath, of course, but there was so much gratification he gained from watching how much his touch affected him. It makes his touches more confident, slipping deeper under Sakuma's shirt and pulling out more of it until his palm is pressed against him, warm and secure.
Sakuma's soft sass is met by a gentle nip of teeth against the tender lobe of his ear.]
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Sakuma's soft sass is met by a gentle nip of teeth against the tender lobe of his ear.]
I behave plenty when it counts.