[ the feel of haru's fingers in her hair is a heady sensation. whatever rational thought is left in her head disappears, replaced with a strong desire to hear her gasp again. yukari lightly nips her ear before working her making her way down to the hollow of her neck, pausing to suck and lightly bite at her now exposed skin. those will leave marks for sure.
one hand, previously resting at haru's waist, moves underneath that plain white shirt and stops at the top of her ribcage, fingers barely brushing her breast. yeah, they're moving at her speed, but she's more than okay with tapping the brakes a little. they've got plenty of time, after all. ]
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one hand, previously resting at haru's waist, moves underneath that plain white shirt and stops at the top of her ribcage, fingers barely brushing her breast. yeah, they're moving at her speed, but she's more than okay with tapping the brakes a little. they've got plenty of time, after all. ]