"K–Kouhei-kun, what are you doing... fuhaaa...~"
Her voice came out half-laugh, half-gasp, the sound trembling in the quiet room as his tongue traced a slow, deliberate path along the sole of her foot. The sensation was absurdly ticklish — tiny electric jolts crawling up from her toes to the base of her spine — but mixed with it was a heat she couldn't name. He licked through the thin nylon, mouth wet and warm, and the contact made her breath catch in a way that surprised her.
He shouldn't have been tasting alcohol, yet the spilled beer had soaked the tights and the scent had bled through the fabric. When his tongue brushed the top of her foot she tasted that metallic, bitter-sweet tang too; it hit his palate and made his head light for a beat, as if the beer and the moment had combined into one small, dizzying intoxication.
