[There's a strange promise in the words. "Probably" more than once. He's no stranger himself to having multiple goes, but to hear it said so blatantly is a little... It stirs the warmth in his gut a little more, and he can feel his dick twinge in his pants at it.
The doorhandle is grabbed, opened, and before he can even think, he's already being more or less jumped, pressed to the back of it and kissed fiercely. There's a hand against his chest, so warm, and he kisses back instinctually at this point as that low heat in his gut becomes a full fledged fire.
His own hands move, one wrapping around Natsume's waist to pull him more flush against him, while the other finds its way into his hair, gripping a fistful and preventing him from pulling away. Kind he might be, but placid he is not, and he's quick to try and take charge of the kiss, to nip Natsume's lip and try and deepen it with his tongue.]
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The doorhandle is grabbed, opened, and before he can even think, he's already being more or less jumped, pressed to the back of it and kissed fiercely. There's a hand against his chest, so warm, and he kisses back instinctually at this point as that low heat in his gut becomes a full fledged fire.
His own hands move, one wrapping around Natsume's waist to pull him more flush against him, while the other finds its way into his hair, gripping a fistful and preventing him from pulling away. Kind he might be, but placid he is not, and he's quick to try and take charge of the kiss, to nip Natsume's lip and try and deepen it with his tongue.]