[Oh yes, Micchi can very much feel this. Niisan's weight above him, being held carefully off him, but so solid and here, with Micchi. Teeth teasing at Micchi's skin like niisan wants to eat him, just a little bit.
Micchi can make himself appear very edible. He squirms under the hot and cool of niisan's mouth and breath in turn, lifting his hands above his head to curl them into the bedcovers and stretch his slender torso out. He can't resist touching for long though; soon one of his hands is threading into Takatora's hair, cradling his head. Micchi looks down at him fondly.]
More than that too, niisan. [Micchi sighs.] It feels so good.
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Micchi can make himself appear very edible. He squirms under the hot and cool of niisan's mouth and breath in turn, lifting his hands above his head to curl them into the bedcovers and stretch his slender torso out. He can't resist touching for long though; soon one of his hands is threading into Takatora's hair, cradling his head. Micchi looks down at him fondly.]
More than that too, niisan. [Micchi sighs.] It feels so good.