[ Oh, the hand in his hair - ! He likes it, he likes it a lot. Juudai's hands trail back up Manjoume's legs, back up his jeans, and grasp the buckle of Manjoume's belt. He begins to unfasten it, his hands trembling a little with desire. ]

You said I should put my mouth to better use...

[ Juudai's breath comes hot and heavy. They aren't far from the wall, but not exactly up against it. He fumbles Manjoume's belt buckle open, and begins to open his fly. ]