The first time, it’d devolved immediately. The second time, he’d managed to twerk in Daichi’s face for a full minute before twisting around and humping his leg.
This time, he’s determined.
He’ll give Daichi +
a full lap dance, complete with sensuous body rolls and meticulous jiggles of his ass, and /Daichi/ will be the one to get off! /Not him/. Please, Sweet Baby George of the Jungle, give him the strength to not wrap around those tree trunk thighs.
Daichi awoke to the gentle pressure of fingers running along his scalp. They traced his hairline around his ear, even though his hair was too short to be tucked back. They smoothed from his forehead to the nape of his neck again and again, +
softly, slowly, without rhythm, like it was done without much thought.
It felt so nice, Daichi relaxed even further into the mattress as he drifted towards wakefulness. He sighed contentedly, nose wrinkling as his hot breath was crowded against his face.
