[Hinata mmhs shortly in approval, even at the bucking up. He just shifts his head to accommodate and glances up again with a goading tilt of his eyebrow up. Go ahead, move some more, he'll gladly move with him.
His fingers curl against thighs, a slow drag of blunt nails, and he rubs his thumbs up the inside of them as his head moves shallowly on him, lips catching and tongue dragging over him.]
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His fingers curl against thighs, a slow drag of blunt nails, and he rubs his thumbs up the inside of them as his head moves shallowly on him, lips catching and tongue dragging over him.]