[ You'll hear a muffled sound of protest from him when anything ( that damn shirt, for one ) gets in the way of him breathing in the air from your lungs. He's also crawling over you on that bed, as he shrugs the offending article of clothing to who knows where on the floor before he lets his mouth press against your stomach, up your bared chest, tongue sliding over one of your nipples.
He is so happy that you weren't wearing a tank top today because he just might have strangled something ( not you ) if he had to deal with one more goddamn layer before he can get to the skin underneath.
Your boy's pretty aggressive in bed tonight, Hikaru. That's evident in the way he's already got your fly unbuttoned and zipped down, the way he's angling his arm in a way so that he can slip his fingers beneath the waistband of your briefs because he just really, really needs to touch you. ]
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He is so happy that you weren't wearing a tank top today because he just might have strangled something ( not you ) if he had to deal with one more goddamn layer before he can get to the skin underneath.
Your boy's pretty aggressive in bed tonight, Hikaru. That's evident in the way he's already got your fly unbuttoned and zipped down, the way he's angling his arm in a way so that he can slip his fingers beneath the waistband of your briefs because he just really, really needs to touch you. ]