[Ian's fingers continue, trailing lightly down the side of Souji's neck before his arm shifts to wrap around Souji, solely so he can press the tip of his finger against the fabric on Souji's back and drag it slowly down his spine. There's no point in letting Souji's ear now being so close to his mouth go to waste, so Ian moves just those few inches so that his lips brush against it with every whispered word.]
Be sure to tell me when it is a 'good time', then.
[His voice deepens almost to a purr as his finger reaches Souji's lower back.]