[He locks eyes with her as a realisation dawns on him. Continuing to study Yako's face, he traces downward and presses against her entrance once again, this time without a constraining barrier of fabric between his touch and her. She feels soft, hot and wet against his skin as he lightly caresses her. He looks at her earnestly, seeking her permission—he's willing to go all the way with this, but he needs to know Yako's ready too.]
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