*he groans a little, uncomfortable with being sprawled on top of you like this but it's better than being pinned under you at any rate; the hand that was pushing your shoulder is now clenched into your shirt but even he doesn't know whether he's trying to pull you closer or push you away as you kiss over that sensitive spot on his neck*
(no subject)
... s-stop... don't... aah... M-Marluxia... stop it...!