[ There's another soft gasp as he shudders- Eichi's cold fingers raking down his sides while he bites at soft skin feels--- ... Nice. He doesn't want to admit it, especially since this date was forced, but being touched like this, being inescapably vulnerable like this ---- It's a little intoxicating. Shifting his grip, he drapes his arms over Eichi's shoulders and leans back, resting against the glass of the window behind him. ]
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