[That feels like another step down this long road. Point L, maybe. Touching his stomach isn't quite shoving hands down pants territory, but it's both erotic and . . . kinda ticklish. Leon can't help but huff out a shivery laugh, muscles twitching under Togami's fingertips. It's—fun. He knows Togami isn't meaning to be playful, but it's a little like that anyway, and he's into it.
In retaliation . . .
His own fingers are right near Togami's nipple. Do guys like that? He's never messed much with his own, and neither has any girl. But messing with nipples is like, an essential part of foreplay, right? Does it even work on guys? What happens when there's no breast there? There's nothing for Leon to cup in his hand, but he spreads his hand anyway and nudges hard with this thumb, rolling up against it and watching for the reaction.]
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In retaliation . . .
His own fingers are right near Togami's nipple. Do guys like that? He's never messed much with his own, and neither has any girl. But messing with nipples is like, an essential part of foreplay, right? Does it even work on guys? What happens when there's no breast there? There's nothing for Leon to cup in his hand, but he spreads his hand anyway and nudges hard with this thumb, rolling up against it and watching for the reaction.]