Ian huffs in disbelief and wonders how Kyrie can be so bold. He gets hold of Kyrie's wrists, deciding to pull them off from his shocked buttcheeks. However, he meets resistance, and his buttcheeks get squeezed even harder.
Ian flinches again, and he almost lets his voice out. But he holds it in, allowing an annoyed smile spread. Flushing and astounded, he forcefully pulls Kyrie's hands off his butt and puts them on his back, placing them in the correct place.
He has underestimated Kyrie. Soon, he finds his back getting navigated by Kyrie's fingertips like a dog sniffing on the ground in search of treasure. The fingertips manage to send electricity all over his body as Kyrie navigates the back muscles, tracing through the muscle lines.
