Feeling the hand where hands ought not go in decent company, the redhead froze momentarily. It was obvious he was biting back some kind of sound from the frozen expression on his face and the halting of breath. At least they were both sure what was going on now. That was good; there would be no need for an explanation as it took time away from a night already slipping away. Biting his own lip and suddenly letting out a soft hiss of breath, the redhead moved his hips again, slower than before but harder of a grind down.
Oh? It was harder with clothing on for the blond? Well, Strel was not about to hinder performance here. So, he glanced down at his body, wondering just how constricting the clothes on his chest and pelvis were. He pinched the vest, smirking at the ease of its removal. Leaning back, body still for a moment, the redhead shrugged out of the thing. The handmade article of clothing was thrown across the room, hitting the painted wall with a very light thud. It was kind of satisfying to see it slid down the wall like that. The redhead lowered his head to nip at Daisuke's shoulder and neck a bit, before moving his lips to the other's ear. "Well, why don't you take care of it?" It was a half order, but utterly in a husky tone. Get him going.
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