[The alternative location shouldn't do much in terms of affecting him more or less -- it's all about restraint, which he's had plenty of practice with. Even on his worst days he isn't a glutton. Not here. Not with the regulars. More than forcibly drawing red from him, he's mopping up, suckling the spot as a means of restoration (ha), deliberately marking his wrist in the process. His eyes close at the distinct gesture of affection...that opposite hand.]
You're just the same.
[He's drawn away to kiss him -- smear some red along his cheek, peck affection there, to the corner of his lip, circle back to the wound for more moppage. It's all probably too tender to hold Takasugi's interests for long, but he's indulging. A leg weighs between his legs before too long, not as a threat...something more considerate.]
Have I yet to satisfy you? [And now from the self-deprecating side of planet X. He's not talking cummies-exclusive..obviously.] I've disappointed you from our very first encounter.
[While softly running his nose against his forearm, testing the wound at the joint. Uhhh....]
no subject
You're just the same.
[He's drawn away to kiss him -- smear some red along his cheek, peck affection there, to the corner of his lip, circle back to the wound for more moppage. It's all probably too tender to hold Takasugi's interests for long, but he's indulging. A leg weighs between his legs before too long, not as a threat...something more considerate.]
Have I yet to satisfy you? [And now from the self-deprecating side of planet X. He's not talking cummies-exclusive..obviously.] I've disappointed you from our very first encounter.
[While softly running his nose against his forearm, testing the wound at the joint. Uhhh....]