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_{[ That's how he flows, honestly. His mouth is really untamed and he never really bothered to try and be courteous with his language. Gintoki sometimes doesn't even realize what's coming out of it most of the time, whether it's when he says something really touching or insulting. Who knows, man.

Gintoki settles both of his hands a her hips, his fingers curling as she pushes him along through, lips parting to huff out some air. Already, he wants to move and encourage that sweet friction, but his nibbles on his lower lip and catches her in the eyes as if his silent way of asking permission. He might be a little overly hesitant with her, but he'd rather be like that than do something she didn't want.

Regardless, he is the one to start rolling his hips, though his movements are gentle. She's right, it did shut him up. ]}