[Feeling Dionysus' hand over his cock, even though the fabric of his underwear, has him groaning, his hips shifting as if to try and grind up into his hand. Loathe as he is to lose that contact when his hand moves to his thigh instead, he knows the best is still yet to come.]
[Every little press of lips against his skin draws out the softest gasp, Ranpo squirming a little underneath him. Even just this much teasing is more than he's used to feeling, with Ranpo trying to decide whether that tongue on his nipple feels good or weird (he decides quickly it's the former). But he feels at a loss for what to do with his hands, one bunching up in the fabric of his kimono underneath him, while the over hovers at his side.]
[Eventually, he opts to reach down and pet at Dionysus' hair, letting his nails just barely draw over his skin as his fingers draw through his hair.]
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[Every little press of lips against his skin draws out the softest gasp, Ranpo squirming a little underneath him. Even just this much teasing is more than he's used to feeling, with Ranpo trying to decide whether that tongue on his nipple feels good or weird (he decides quickly it's the former). But he feels at a loss for what to do with his hands, one bunching up in the fabric of his kimono underneath him, while the over hovers at his side.]
[Eventually, he opts to reach down and pet at Dionysus' hair, letting his nails just barely draw over his skin as his fingers draw through his hair.]