[She wants to stop, really, but it's not happening. And - yes, it's a lie, she doesn't want to stop, she's gotten a taste of this and suddenly it makes her greedy and eager for so much more. But if he keeps stroking her, she won't stop shivering, or trying to both grind against his hand and pull away.
His mouth on the nape of her neck has Naoto curled inwards, chin against her chest almost. It suffuses her with heat, and she feels sticky and stiffled in her clothes, and in probably need of a shower. (A tongue bath, suggests some voice in the back of her mind.) And she still wants to kiss him.]
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His mouth on the nape of her neck has Naoto curled inwards, chin against her chest almost. It suffuses her with heat, and she feels sticky and stiffled in her clothes, and in probably need of a shower. (A tongue bath, suggests some voice in the back of her mind.) And she still wants to kiss him.]