[The most coherent thought passing through Daigo's mind is "why is Ucchii still wearing a shirt?" Not that he's too intellectual at his best moments, but he sort of wants to rip it to pieces. The only thing that stops him is that Ucchii might not like it, so his hands keep working on pressing on the skin.]
I need to feel your hands too.
[He breathes the words before going back to kissing.]