[Well, that's enough of an answer for Kouta. He chuckles again, repeating the action as he runs his fingers up and down again, careful to keep it heavy enough that Micchy's sensitivity doesn't cause him discomfort rather than pleasure. Moving one hand, Kouta slides Micchy's hoodie up a bit more, carefully drawing his nails down Micchy's stomach, then his side, down to his hip. For a brief moment, Kouta takes the other into his mouth, simply holding him there, before he runs his tongue over the tip and pulls back to look up again.]
It's even better if you watch me, but then you'd have to move.
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It's even better if you watch me, but then you'd have to move.