[It wasn't all bad up on the bench. He had his head in Midare's lap, after all, and that wasn't something to complain about. Ren closes his eyes and focuses on the hand moving over his stomach.
He doesn't know how to put it into words. The sensation was different than before. Little shooting sparks spread out from Midare's fingertips, causing his hips to shift and a sigh to slip out.]
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[It wasn't all bad up on the bench. He had his head in Midare's lap, after all, and that wasn't something to complain about. Ren closes his eyes and focuses on the hand moving over his stomach.
He doesn't know how to put it into words. The sensation was different than before. Little shooting sparks spread out from Midare's fingertips, causing his hips to shift and a sigh to slip out.]