[Sion kind of regrets only having two hands, both of them occupied, because he wants so much to touch Naoto's face. He satisfies himself with raining little kisses over Naoto's lips and cheeks and chin and forehead between pulling back enough to go back to watching Naoto react. Whenever Naoto reacts, with his expression or with leaving marks, Sion shivers or moans a little, eyelids fluttering, so incredibly turned on.]

[He's breathless, murmuring Naoto's name, low and heavy with awe and love.]