Yes, she says, and he's more than happy to oblige, peppering harder, sharper pinches and bites in among the lighter caresses. After all, she seems to like it well enough. Well enough that she's feeling a little braver, and he lets those fingers curled into his waistband tug his hips forward towards her, his arousal definitely hard to miss as he presses her back against the wall.

(There will definitely be another time. He's too intrigued by these little glimpses of a very different Mikan, too interested in seeing just what it is she's hiding. She sounds so young, so frightened, but then her grip on him is incredibly firm, and the way she talked about the violence earlier makes him want to show her more. She's one person he thinks might actually understand the scars on his body. She might...well, that they can save for next time.)

"You can touch, if you want, Mikan-chan," he murmurs against her hair as his hands squeeze her breasts once more. "You can touch anywhere you want. Should I touch you, too...?"

Teasing, as his hand runs down her side, over her thigh, fingers warm through the thin gauzy fabric of the costume she's wearing. The urge to rip it apart is incredibly tempting, but then she's still got to get home afterwards, doesn't she? He probably shouldn't be that rude.