[His breath hitches, eyes opening (when had he closed them?) to look at him, blushing, unable to suppress a shiver at that.
But then, he leans closer as well, his head tilting to mirror Seishirou's earlier movements, dropping small kisses under his ear and murmuring, unsure of what makes him say the words instead of simply obeying as before]
... Make me. [After all... a dragon roars for a reason.]