Nanami could sigh from that yes, the yes that agrees from want and hunger. Yet he cannot blame Haibara when he feels the same way. He runs his fingers back down Haibara's back. His other hand pulls Haibara closer to him in his lap, so that they rub against each other. Nanami rocks up against Haibara.

"Your skin, I could worship your skin," Nanami manages. He lets himself run wide flat hands down Haibara's thighs.