[Sion tangles his fingers in Naoto's hair and just looks down at him, watching. Lips parted, licking them every so often because his mouth feels dry.]

[If Naoto wanted responses though, he's definitely getting them. Small shivers and murmurs of appreciation and now and then a gasp or breathy noise and the softest whisper of Naoto's name, encouraging.]

[Sion seems pretty okay with his taste, basically.]