Mahito leans back, his head rested between your thighs as you comb your fingers through his hair.

Mahito counts the minutes as they go by, extremely careful not to move too much or you may just yank his hair out, not that he would mind of course. He knows you're stronger, he finds out first hand very often, but for some reason your cruel nature keeps him clinging to you for these nice moments that make him feel fuzzy.