Kink Alphabet; "Hair"
Kazuma's hands were often a source of relief. Purring softly, he tilted his head back, exposing the white of his throat. He'd been sitting between Kazuma's knees for some time now, watching some terrible game show. But when strong fingers stroked his hair, massaged his scalp, he breathed deeply, encouraging with a subtle clenching of his jaw.
Uwabarra had smiled softly, kissed his brow as he pulled, gently, harsh seconds later. Kurama crooned in his throat, arching, exposing lengthened canines. While Kazuma was normally very gentle, at times he indulged in the fox's foreign kinks.
And even Kazuma had to admit that the little noises Kurama made when he yanked him in for a kiss were becoming intoxicating...