[ You'll note the way he goes utterly still when you say that, when your hand wanders down to where his thoughts have gone. It's a good kind of stillness, weighted with the edge of anticipation before he's rolling you on your back and slanting his mouth over yours again.
Those are his palms tracing the planes of your body now, even as his mouth is moving from yours to your neck, to the hollow of your collarbone and following the line of that down your chest.
His fingers are following the waistband of your pjs now, one thumb tracing the dip between your abdomen and your hip before he's sliding both hands between the sheets and your ass to curl inwards and just tug that down.
He is deathly quiet, Hikaru. Even as he presses the lightest of kisses over your navel, against the flesh beneath that, before he's dragging those pajama bottoms all the way off along with your underwear and tossing it aside on the bed. ]
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Those are his palms tracing the planes of your body now, even as his mouth is moving from yours to your neck, to the hollow of your collarbone and following the line of that down your chest.
His fingers are following the waistband of your pjs now, one thumb tracing the dip between your abdomen and your hip before he's sliding both hands between the sheets and your ass to curl inwards and just tug that down.
He is deathly quiet, Hikaru. Even as he presses the lightest of kisses over your navel, against the flesh beneath that, before he's dragging those pajama bottoms all the way off along with your underwear and tossing it aside on the bed. ]