[For a moment, Iwai completely forgets that he meant to ask Yuri anything at all. He slides his big, broad hands from the small of Yuri's back up to his shoulder blades and back down to his sides, mapping out the musculature beneath soft skin, then rests them high on Yuri's thighs and tightens his grip with a hungry little growl.
Did he mean to say something? What question could possibly have occurred to him?]
... slipped my mind. Couldn't've been important.
[Now Yuri gets his kiss. Iwai's lips are slightly parted when their mouths meet and his tongue darts out at the first brush of contact, flicking and teasing without licking right into Yuri's mouth just yet.
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Did he mean to say something? What question could possibly have occurred to him?]
... slipped my mind. Couldn't've been important.
[Now Yuri gets his kiss. Iwai's lips are slightly parted when their mouths meet and his tongue darts out at the first brush of contact, flicking and teasing without licking right into Yuri's mouth just yet.
He'll remember what he wanted to ask eventually.]