[the embarrassment and reaction is satisfying in its own way to buzen, who was honestly already getting distracted. his lips trail kisses along the line of the fabric of itsuki's bathrobe, pressing against the very edge of bare skin and gradually working lower -
no subject
until itsuki tells him that it's time to think.
so he pauses and stops, glancing up at him]
Oh?
[what are they thinking about,]