*Sora does press it, the hand tangled in Spitfire's hair massaging his scalp and the arm that had been wrapped around his neck loosening to drape casually around him*
*lets it rest there, teasing kisses not pushing any harder, perhaps passingly curious as to how long this oddly comfortable arrangement can be maintained*
*choking, but like that's enough to distract him from jamming and grinding his foot hard into the lower part of one of Spitfire's calves. you know where I'm aiming for.*
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[lays there for a moment before punching Sora in the throat]
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You, too, man. You, too.
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