[ The hand on his neck is strange. He pauses, turning his head enough to look his way, if trying to look at his face and read him. He's never really known what this guy is thinking, not honestly, but if he could at least get a hint right now...
His look doesn't linger too long as his head turns back down and he laps his tongue against his skin, dipping it into the curve of his belly button, being a little gentler about the motions of his mouth than a moment ago.
It's like being tossed up, only to fall again and be caught. He supposes it's a part of Kaiba's limited interactions with other people that make him so hard to predict. ]
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His look doesn't linger too long as his head turns back down and he laps his tongue against his skin, dipping it into the curve of his belly button, being a little gentler about the motions of his mouth than a moment ago.
It's like being tossed up, only to fall again and be caught. He supposes it's a part of Kaiba's limited interactions with other people that make him so hard to predict. ]