[He readily melts into Yukimura's touch, pushing back just as firmly to press their bodies as close as they can possibly be. The proud Dragon wants Yukimura to claim him for his own, and earn every damn part of him. The need he feels both in the kiss and Yukimura's pants just make him that much bolder to offer up more and more of himself.
He pulls back and runs his tongue over wet lips, parted for heavy lungfuls of air. Right. Shirt. He grunts his agreement and bats Yukimura's hands away so he can pull it up over his head, dog tags clinking together as they fall back across his clavicle.
Where should... ah, screw it, he'll just toss the shirt over to the next booth. Who cares. He hoists himself up onto the table and wiggles his pants down a little more before deciding he'd much rather have Yukimura do it. ...But only if he's guiding his hands. Getting home without a belt is one thing, but he needs the pants.
He holds his arms out impatiently, grabbing for Yukimura's hands.]
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He pulls back and runs his tongue over wet lips, parted for heavy lungfuls of air. Right. Shirt. He grunts his agreement and bats Yukimura's hands away so he can pull it up over his head, dog tags clinking together as they fall back across his clavicle.
Where should... ah, screw it, he'll just toss the shirt over to the next booth. Who cares. He hoists himself up onto the table and wiggles his pants down a little more before deciding he'd much rather have Yukimura do it. ...But only if he's guiding his hands. Getting home without a belt is one thing, but he needs the pants.
He holds his arms out impatiently, grabbing for Yukimura's hands.]
Okay. Come here, Big Sexy.
[BIG SEXY.]