[It's all he can manage to say, and it's really a warning he knows Oowada doesn't need...and let's be realistic here, the collar is pretty high.
The hand on Oowada's neck tugs gently at his hair, and he runs the other hand down his chest. Ishimaru is consistently amazed by Oowada's body, not even necessarily in a sexual sense. Strength and power seem to emanate from him, and it's only made more obvious how strong he really is when Ishimaru can feel his muscles.
His hand stops just as it reaches Oowada's abdomen, almost teasingly - and instead of dragging it any lower he slowly grinds against the other boy's hips; his breath hitches, and his airy noises from before take on a solid, guttural tone.]
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[It's all he can manage to say, and it's really a warning he knows Oowada doesn't need...and let's be realistic here, the collar is pretty high.
The hand on Oowada's neck tugs gently at his hair, and he runs the other hand down his chest. Ishimaru is consistently amazed by Oowada's body, not even necessarily in a sexual sense. Strength and power seem to emanate from him, and it's only made more obvious how strong he really is when Ishimaru can feel his muscles.
His hand stops just as it reaches Oowada's abdomen, almost teasingly - and instead of dragging it any lower he slowly grinds against the other boy's hips; his breath hitches, and his airy noises from before take on a solid, guttural tone.]