[Naoki's eyes slit open, seeing nothing but a blur of colour, the faint outline of her eyelashes, feeling a tingling spreading from his neck. She's actually touching--
But, she would. She's always accepted everything about him. He can feel her fingers the same as he would if she were touching his skin, and she's doing it just as if it were.
Hm, with that and a smile pressed into her lips, his hand coaxes her closer with firm fingers, so he can taste her mouth, feel the flush contact of their bodies.]
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But, she would. She's always accepted everything about him. He can feel her fingers the same as he would if she were touching his skin, and she's doing it just as if it were.
Hm, with that and a smile pressed into her lips, his hand coaxes her closer with firm fingers, so he can taste her mouth, feel the flush contact of their bodies.]