[Almost reassuringly, his hands knead at the trembling thighs, but he doesn't tease Tonbokiri for it (not that he could like this). He knows what it feels like for this strange body to enjoy what it wants and to quiver for it.
The pace is languid; he doesn't try to waste his energy going at it like a show-off. Sure, easing down from tip to base is sort of show-offy, but there's no gusto in his movements. It's easy, his mouth and throat tightening when he draws back. The very hint of teeth catch on the head as he pulls away to breath.
He looks up at Tonbokiri through his lashes, asking, his mouth wet and lips red.]
[ With his arm currently covering his mouth, Tonbo only nods his consent, perfectly okay with whatever Hizamaru has planned. His hand, still at the base of his neck brushes soothingly behind Hizamaru’s ear, urging him on.
For all he has experienced, there still remains a time where the pleasure is overwhelming and he needs an extra moment to adjust to it. A part of it wonders if it’s something that all of them experience, or if it’s just part of being so new to the explosion of sensation. ]
[Thoughtfully, he pinches his lips between his teeth, and then he rises up and forward. Both arms smooth up over Tonbokiri's shoulders, and he brings his legs up so he can sit in Tonbokiri's lap, their chests flush together.
He offers Tonbokiri a kiss, something trying to be more polite than hungry, but it isn't timid. His voice is low without being a whisper, though a little raspy for obvious reasons.] Do you use... the human...
[A pause.]
Ah--condom? [That's what they're called.] I don't mind... It's strange, some of them use it and some of them do not.
[ His arms immediately wrap about the trim waist, Tonbo kissing back as good as he gets, only leaving behind a small nip before pulling back to answer. ]
Only if they ask of it.
[ He’s not too bothered either way but given what he’s learned about their use but he usually lets his partner decide if it’s necessary or not. Humans can be very particular sometimes. ]
Leaning back a bit, he slides his hands over Tonbokiri's shoulders to the chest, and then he shoves. Not too hard, enough to toss Tonbokiri on the bed.] There is a better feeling without. [He sits back momentarily on his feet and Tonbokiri's thighs, almost on display.
And then he drops over to crawl a little, stretch really, toward the top of the bed for one of the haphazardly left bottles.]
[ also messier but when did that ever stop them. he watches Hiza with interest, far too distracted by the shifting muscles to help. it's fine, it gives him more time to run his hands up and down silky skin ]
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The pace is languid; he doesn't try to waste his energy going at it like a show-off. Sure, easing down from tip to base is sort of show-offy, but there's no gusto in his movements. It's easy, his mouth and throat tightening when he draws back. The very hint of teeth catch on the head as he pulls away to breath.
He looks up at Tonbokiri through his lashes, asking, his mouth wet and lips red.]
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For all he has experienced, there still remains a time where the pleasure is overwhelming and he needs an extra moment to adjust to it. A part of it wonders if it’s something that all of them experience, or if it’s just part of being so new to the explosion of sensation. ]
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He offers Tonbokiri a kiss, something trying to be more polite than hungry, but it isn't timid. His voice is low without being a whisper, though a little raspy for obvious reasons.] Do you use... the human...
[A pause.]
Ah--condom? [That's what they're called.] I don't mind... It's strange, some of them use it and some of them do not.
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Only if they ask of it.
[ He’s not too bothered either way but given what he’s learned about their use but he usually lets his partner decide if it’s necessary or not. Humans can be very particular sometimes. ]
I do not mind either way.
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[Swords.
Leaning back a bit, he slides his hands over Tonbokiri's shoulders to the chest, and then he shoves. Not too hard, enough to toss Tonbokiri on the bed.] There is a better feeling without. [He sits back momentarily on his feet and Tonbokiri's thighs, almost on display.
And then he drops over to crawl a little, stretch really, toward the top of the bed for one of the haphazardly left bottles.]
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Mm, yes.
[ also messier but when did that ever stop them. he watches Hiza with interest, far too distracted by the shifting muscles to help. it's fine, it gives him more time to run his hands up and down silky skin ]