[ they can't help feeling a sort of smug satisfaction when he presses himself up against them like that and very clearly indicates just how eager he is. They've hardly even done anything yet. It's nice to be appreciated, isn't it? Their pulse beats a bit heavier in excitement; when he lifts them up, they laugh breathily, readily hooking their legs around him, and they're only mildly disappointed he doesn't keep them there longer. But this is fine - Mizuki makes another little sound as his hands find purchase (more like a sigh than a squeak this time), settling on top of him like a contented cat.
Their hands immediately want to wander to his chest, his back, however far those tattoos stretch; they pause when he speaks to them again in such a gentle tone again out of the blue, reminding them why they're in this position at all, and wind their arms around his neck, instead, at least for a moment. He's sweet - so sweet, for looking so scary. And they've got a soft spot for him. ]
I'm sure, [ they reply. It would be easy to tease him again, but they don't this time - his caring is genuine. ] Are you? You might not get what you're expecting.
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Their hands immediately want to wander to his chest, his back, however far those tattoos stretch; they pause when he speaks to them again in such a gentle tone again out of the blue, reminding them why they're in this position at all, and wind their arms around his neck, instead, at least for a moment. He's sweet - so sweet, for looking so scary. And they've got a soft spot for him. ]
I'm sure, [ they reply. It would be easy to tease him again, but they don't this time - his caring is genuine. ] Are you? You might not get what you're expecting.