[ Yang breathes out a sigh, and it's perhaps more of a wistful sound than she'd planned, but she can't help it-- not when his mouth is finally on her and it's calling up heat, starting on her neck and creeping up to bloom in her face. It's not a blush, exactly, but it's a warmth she welcomes and tries to leave with him when she finally gets his shirt undone.
... And promptly parts it, resting her palm on his chest. ]
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... And promptly parts it, resting her palm on his chest. ]
You look pretty good like this too, Naoki.