[He'll lap at that wound with fervor, his blood seeming to provide more than easy sustenance, like a supplementary high. He doesn't often feed -- Takasugi's proooooooobably the only one to provide human blood through the entirety of his stay thus far. He's deaf to the groan, but not so oblivious to the muscles tensing, relaxing under his mouth.
He won't drain him, even like this. He's experienced a (typically fatal) injury, but he won't act so desperate. The weight at his neck...painful (meh) but encouraging, he's at odds with it all. Having to resist something so natural is a pain in the ass, not to mention he's making this whole thing too goddamn romantic. It's not like they'd be part of it, it's not like they'd even know. He'll put an end to his suckling all at once, lest Takasugi go limp in his grasp before his donger can reach full length.
Which it's in the process of doing. No, feeding doesn't usually get him so excited, it's all the surrounding events ever because he's a corny teen girl deep down inside.
Uneven breaths find the wetness at his throat, his tongue innocently handling any additional streaks of red.]
That isn't something I can do.
[And it isn't about responsibility and not wanting to deal with that. When he does lift his head, his face is still tidy, though his lips carry more of a pout, swollen, redder than usual. A sloppy line of scarlet embellishes a corner -- he's not aware of it yet. His teeth aren't so pristine at the moment either.]
Someone would have to come between us, be it those men or Diva.
[He's unaware of the futility behind their second option, though he should assume as much with how willing the Natha are to interfere. It's an embarrassing admission, but something about his current circumstances lay honesty bare, like being post-coital. He gata calm down.]
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He won't drain him, even like this. He's experienced a (typically fatal) injury, but he won't act so desperate. The weight at his neck...painful (meh) but encouraging, he's at odds with it all. Having to resist something so natural is a pain in the ass, not to mention he's making this whole thing too goddamn romantic. It's not like they'd be part of it, it's not like they'd even know. He'll put an end to his suckling all at once, lest Takasugi go limp in his grasp before his donger can reach full length.
Which it's in the process of doing. No, feeding doesn't usually get him so excited, it's all the surrounding events ever because he's a corny teen girl deep down inside.
Uneven breaths find the wetness at his throat, his tongue innocently handling any additional streaks of red.]
That isn't something I can do.
[And it isn't about responsibility and not wanting to deal with that. When he does lift his head, his face is still tidy, though his lips carry more of a pout, swollen, redder than usual. A sloppy line of scarlet embellishes a corner -- he's not aware of it yet. His teeth aren't so pristine at the moment either.]
Someone would have to come between us, be it those men or Diva.
[He's unaware of the futility behind their second option, though he should assume as much with how willing the Natha are to interfere. It's an embarrassing admission, but something about his current circumstances lay honesty bare, like being post-coital. He gata calm down.]