[Fingers curl against Solomon's cheek - not gentle, not violent. Something in between - a concept the blonde embodies so entirely he forces it on others, apparently. Takasugi lingers only for the warmth of the man's face, for the heat in his mouth.
He runs his thumb along teeth, pricking the pad of his finger against fangs smeared with translucent blood, diluted by saliva. As idly as Solomon's nipping.
When he draws away, he drags the digit where the line of red had been, leaving it stained pink. Just as messy as before-] You're no better.
[An admission Solomon had extended himself, though we means less than the implication behind his comment.
Allow the pact, and then kill the Shamans? Takasugi chuckles, hoisting himself to half sit on the table. The wood groans under his weight.] For now, I need you to report to my benefactors.
[An abrupt subject change, because he doesn't hate that idea. But Solomon can stay desperate. For months, Takasugi has been suffering a craving for intimacy - the first step to mutual understanding is letting Solomon fester in that same desire.
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He runs his thumb along teeth, pricking the pad of his finger against fangs smeared with translucent blood, diluted by saliva. As idly as Solomon's nipping.
When he draws away, he drags the digit where the line of red had been, leaving it stained pink. Just as messy as before-] You're no better.
[An admission Solomon had extended himself, though we means less than the implication behind his comment.
Allow the pact, and then kill the Shamans? Takasugi chuckles, hoisting himself to half sit on the table. The wood groans under his weight.] For now, I need you to report to my benefactors.
[An abrupt subject change, because he doesn't hate that idea. But Solomon can stay desperate. For months, Takasugi has been suffering a craving for intimacy - the first step to mutual understanding is letting Solomon fester in that same desire.
Or maybe he's just being petty.]