[Naoki makes a low rumbling noise of approval, pressing his head up into that hand, his eyes half-lidded with enjoyment. He finishes undoing that last button and pushes Richard's shirt off his shoulder, not even waiting for him to get his arms out of it before his palms go skating up over his stomach to his chest.]
Mmhm...
[He's not paying attention anymore, nope. Instead, he's occupied nipping down to lave his tongue over a nipple.]
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Mmhm...
[He's not paying attention anymore, nope. Instead, he's occupied nipping down to lave his tongue over a nipple.]