[Fudou always knew just how to touch him in a way that would make him lose any and all fight he had. The calloused hand against his back was rough, but warm, and those teeth grazing along his earlobe cause his breath to hitch noticeably. How he always got away with it was still unknown...not even Sakuma can prepare himself enough to not fall victim to the man's charm.
But then again, it's not like it's something Sakuma would actively try to fight against, either, judging from how he tilts his head towards that touch, rather than away.]
Does now count...?
[Teeth bite his lip again, stifling a little ticklish laugh as his body shifts more into the man behind him.
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But then again, it's not like it's something Sakuma would actively try to fight against, either, judging from how he tilts his head towards that touch, rather than away.]
Does now count...?
[Teeth bite his lip again, stifling a little ticklish laugh as his body shifts more into the man behind him.