( his jaw locks, a stubborn little huff of breath, as gladiolus' strong fingers hook around his wrist, cuffing it to adjust the pressure with guidance--it's not that he doesn't appreciate the help, but at the same time, he likes to figure things out with his own intelligence, his own knowledge, and having to be taught anything is maybe a thought that he's left too far in the dust. the good thing about his technique had always been that it had been so well-known, and so documented, that he knew from a young age what he would be capable of: but learning how to manipulate his body to do those things had been mostly an unknown. no one to teach him how to utilize both limitless and the six eyes--and though yaga had taught him a lot, and the elders of the gojou clan had helped, he had still been mostly alone.
blood wheezing through his breath, lungs collapsing, panic settling in: he had learned, alone, how to heal his body, without any understanding of shouko's cute little noises to assist him.
so he shakes off gladiolus' hold after a moment, straightening up his shoulders, though he does proceed with exactly the same amount of pressure--he works down gladiolus' jaw, his free hand turning his head the other direction so that he can work up the other side. he'll leave the slight stubble over his upper lip for last; he's worried about how to manipulate the space there. )
Guess we could always put you in a mask. ( lilting, teasing--but his thighs squeeze, tented around gladiolus' strong thigh, rocking forward, and back against it; all the bunched up fabric of the long skirt doesn't help create a lot of friction, but still, he's doing his best to rub himself out against him. ) Don't know what other services you need~.
( what was it they always said in silly hentai? oh, right. ) Master~.
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blood wheezing through his breath, lungs collapsing, panic settling in: he had learned, alone, how to heal his body, without any understanding of shouko's cute little noises to assist him.
so he shakes off gladiolus' hold after a moment, straightening up his shoulders, though he does proceed with exactly the same amount of pressure--he works down gladiolus' jaw, his free hand turning his head the other direction so that he can work up the other side. he'll leave the slight stubble over his upper lip for last; he's worried about how to manipulate the space there. )
Guess we could always put you in a mask. ( lilting, teasing--but his thighs squeeze, tented around gladiolus' strong thigh, rocking forward, and back against it; all the bunched up fabric of the long skirt doesn't help create a lot of friction, but still, he's doing his best to rub himself out against him. ) Don't know what other services you need~.
( what was it they always said in silly hentai? oh, right. ) Master~.