... ah. I am on my back, at least... and I like holding you.
[ He mumbles, petulant in an unusually child-like way. Regardless, he slowly loosens his grip, brushing his hands carefully over every part of Light's back before finally settling them back on his hips.
Lying back is entirely against routine. He's supposed to be worshiping, not getting spoiled.... but regardless of these instinctive objections, the prospect manages to be thrilling. ]
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[ He mumbles, petulant in an unusually child-like way. Regardless, he slowly loosens his grip, brushing his hands carefully over every part of Light's back before finally settling them back on his hips.
Lying back is entirely against routine. He's supposed to be worshiping, not getting spoiled.... but regardless of these instinctive objections, the prospect manages to be thrilling. ]