[he lets his hands slip from Oni's back to his hair as the man works his way down his chest. he arches into the kisses and nips and makes a soft sound of encouragement when he feels hands at his waist, working to get his pants open.

it's definitely a sight to watch Oni make his way down his body, dizzyingly satisfying to see marks left on his back, over his tattoo, before he lifts his hips to try to help with removing the clothes that are definitely in the way. he's hard underneath his pants, and he exhales harshly at the relief of there being less clothes in the way.]