My head falls back as a low moan takes me, the muscles of my lower stomach tensing at the attention Eiji's paying my skin there. I grip at his neck, at his hair, breathing his name again.

I let him continue for a moment before I use my grip on his hair to tug his head up (as gently as I can manage, of course). I sit up, and then move us, reversing our positions and pushing Eiji down so he's lying on his back.

I straddle him before he can attempt to move away or properly protest, and I smile softly down at him as I brush hair our of his eyes.