[There's a short sound at that, muffled and pleased, Hinata's lips parting under those playful nibbles and his hips arching. Unsurprisingly, the grind of their hips with fabric in the way has him muffling a groan of faint frustration and bucking up, looking for more friction.
His hands slide, down from his hair and along his back, finding his shirt again, dropping down to the hem of it. They'll have to break their kiss for a moment, but he moves to pull it off of him--]
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His hands slide, down from his hair and along his back, finding his shirt again, dropping down to the hem of it. They'll have to break their kiss for a moment, but he moves to pull it off of him--]