Camouflage Prince: Maguri Tsujimiya

*Maguri eventually slid his fingers out, breaking the kiss breathlessly and looked down at Hibari a moment. He'd been enjoying it and seemed comfortable, right? Right. He nearly forgot the lotion again in his desire-hazed mind, but felt the bottle brush his hand as he leaned over. He grabbed it up and squeezed more out into his hand. He dropped his forehead to rest against Hibari's shoulder, hiding his face essentially as he somewhat shyly made sure he was slicked up enough himself, barely suppressing a soft moan before he murmured to the dark-haired teen*

T-That should be good, right?

*God, he hoped so because he... he really wanted him...*