Naoto didn't say anything when she entered the kitchen; instead, she seemed to just... stand in the doorway, watching his back, either ignoring or not thinking about the streak of liquer still on her lip. She continued to stare, watching him roll up his sleeves, watching the way his muscles moved as he did... but her attention drew up towards his neck.
She ran a tongue over her new fangs.
"The meat... if possible...~" Pressing against his back, her arms wrapped around his waist and her hands pressed against his stomach, traveling over his pants' hem with a finger trailing over his zipper and groin.
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Date: 2020-11-06 05:32 am (UTC)From:She ran a tongue over her new fangs.
"The meat... if possible...~" Pressing against his back, her arms wrapped around his waist and her hands pressed against his stomach, traveling over his pants' hem with a finger trailing over his zipper and groin.