[That hum is encouraging. Chuuya tangles their tongues together, wanting to draw Mori in more, no real interest in taking it slow. He gasps a little at the tug to his hair, then grins, eyes wide and easy to read, filled only with lust. It's not just that he can handle it rough; he wants it that way.
Since Mori has him pulled back slightly, he arches his body, compensating for the balance being taken from him. It also puts the rest of his body slightly closer to the other man. His hand tightens on his waist for a second, and then relaxes, and starts to stroke, up and down, shifting the fabric of his shirt. He wants to slide his hand under it.]
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Since Mori has him pulled back slightly, he arches his body, compensating for the balance being taken from him. It also puts the rest of his body slightly closer to the other man. His hand tightens on his waist for a second, and then relaxes, and starts to stroke, up and down, shifting the fabric of his shirt. He wants to slide his hand under it.]