[Even under the growing warmth of his stomach and chest, there's a very real, brief moment of ?? when Higekiri swings in close. He starts to protest gently--family--but Higekiri takes him by the lips, and he falls into it without a single glance back.
He's too use to this kind of dance--and too hazy now--to resist doing anything but sliding his gloved hand down between Higekiri's legs and kneading; brushes up, trying to hook the clothes on the fingers and pull them loose, reveal some skin. He hums, pleased by the controlling fingers in his hair.]
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He's too use to this kind of dance--and too hazy now--to resist doing anything but sliding his gloved hand down between Higekiri's legs and kneading; brushes up, trying to hook the clothes on the fingers and pull them loose, reveal some skin. He hums, pleased by the controlling fingers in his hair.]