[Murasakibara sighs slowly, a noise of lazy contentment as he watches Himuro. There's a feeling of-- Not pride, exactly. He wouldn't even call it possession, but maybe there's just something smug about it, in knowing he was the only one who'd see him like this.
He reaches out to rest his hands on Himuro's legs, running them up his thighs to rest at his hips, thumbs rubbing light circles against the skin. Murasakibara's deliberately avoiding touching his cock, though his hands have strayed close--he's half-concerned if he starts that Himuro might rush or get distracted, and that his own impatience might get the better of him.]
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He reaches out to rest his hands on Himuro's legs, running them up his thighs to rest at his hips, thumbs rubbing light circles against the skin. Murasakibara's deliberately avoiding touching his cock, though his hands have strayed close--he's half-concerned if he starts that Himuro might rush or get distracted, and that his own impatience might get the better of him.]