[Natsume certainly wasn't expecting more direct contact outside of the kiss but when that warm hand sneaks under his clothes he instinctively arches forward for more. Generally he's more standoffish, more picky about being touched like some moody cat, but when it's Wataru he finds that he doesn't mind... At least not in the heat of the moment. The other idol's hands are as warm as his lips and that soft sound he makes doesn't go unnoticed either.
The redhead is so caught up in enjoying the kiss that it takes a moment to register being practically pinned against the arm of the couch. In fact he's only able to fully process the position when the other parts from the kiss. He feels like he already must seem like quite the sight under Wataru, face flushed and hair a little mussed as gold eyes meet violet.]
Niisan...
[He murmurs it almost without meaning to, their lips still close as he catches his breath.]
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The redhead is so caught up in enjoying the kiss that it takes a moment to register being practically pinned against the arm of the couch. In fact he's only able to fully process the position when the other parts from the kiss. He feels like he already must seem like quite the sight under Wataru, face flushed and hair a little mussed as gold eyes meet violet.]
Niisan...
[He murmurs it almost without meaning to, their lips still close as he catches his breath.]