[ Jounouchi rests his hands on his free palm against Kaiba's side, rough fingers tucking under his nightshirt to feel the warms of his skin. So even the dragon maniac, Kaiba, has warm skin. It feels nice, but the warmth of another person always feels nice. It's what draws humans to one another, right?
He starts to stroke him in a regular rhythm, glancing up at him to see what he can make out of his face and body. His posture is stiff but settling down. He keeps jumping when he touches him somewhere new, but he hasn't protested yet.
He turns his head and brushes his lips against his thigh. Without really seeing each other, this isn't so bad. For him, it feels a little routine, though more calculated and less frantic than the fumbling he'd done in the past. ]
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He starts to stroke him in a regular rhythm, glancing up at him to see what he can make out of his face and body. His posture is stiff but settling down. He keeps jumping when he touches him somewhere new, but he hasn't protested yet.
He turns his head and brushes his lips against his thigh. Without really seeing each other, this isn't so bad. For him, it feels a little routine, though more calculated and less frantic than the fumbling he'd done in the past. ]