[ He reaches a hand to the obi to pull it away, absently licking his lips because he's suddenly finding them rather dry looking down at Lupine like this. His whole mouth feels dry, in fact, and there's the idle thought that there's a bunch of ways he could take care of that. One of which he's settling himself right on top of, which means that the bottom of Lupine's yukata is pinned closed, that last layer and Aster's own very loosened yukata all that's left between them, but there's a bit of excitement in saving it. In savoring it, even. ]

I'd give the line about not wanting to be right in this case, but I'd rather hear you groaning from me in this-

[ He gives a pointed roll of his hips down against Lupine's that is far too purposeful for it to not be his first time doing something like that. ]

- regard rather then because of my corny line.

[ From the heated look in Aster's eyes, one that's concentrated on Lupine himself as he leans down to press kisses and nips and sharp bites over Lupine's chest, he's found his rhythm. That rhythm just happens to be chasing after any of those sensations that get Lupine to react in nice ways. His hands keep busy too, dragging nails up Lupine's sides and sliding under his lower back to curl his fingers there too, encouraging the other man to arch up into him. ]