[There's a pallor to Takasugi's skin, slick with chilled sweat. He hadn't worked himself up dancing, and the cave's temperature is on the colder side. It's just humid, mostly, moisture clinging to him even under the thin fabric of his clothing.
He won't tense - won't acknowledge any signs of alarm his body tries to convey.
Until Solomon's teeth graze his neck, just below the ear. The taste of sweat and smoke is thick there, the scent of his tobacco woven into the fiber of hair that sticks to his neck. Brushing it away, only to suck and nurse the tendon beneath, is just as infuriating as Solomon had hoped.
The mark is a challenge he can accept, but the suspense is building in his chest. Each pass of lips could be a prick of teeth. It doesn't scare him; he hates the uncertainty.]
You're getting distracted. [He keens his head away with the accusation, tilting just enough to shoot Solomon a glare that's augmented by the lack of light. His hand raises to grip the other's jaw, jerking it close to a more regular spot to sup from.
With control wrested for now, his heart beat calms.]
no subject
He won't tense - won't acknowledge any signs of alarm his body tries to convey.
Until Solomon's teeth graze his neck, just below the ear. The taste of sweat and smoke is thick there, the scent of his tobacco woven into the fiber of hair that sticks to his neck. Brushing it away, only to suck and nurse the tendon beneath, is just as infuriating as Solomon had hoped.
The mark is a challenge he can accept, but the suspense is building in his chest. Each pass of lips could be a prick of teeth. It doesn't scare him; he hates the uncertainty.]
You're getting distracted. [He keens his head away with the accusation, tilting just enough to shoot Solomon a glare that's augmented by the lack of light. His hand raises to grip the other's jaw, jerking it close to a more regular spot to sup from.
With control wrested for now, his heart beat calms.]