[Accusing him of being indulgent is just a round about way of saying he's aware of what Takasugi wants. Which makes one of them. The observation itself isn't wrong - Takasugi takes voraciously, Takasugi demands his satisfaction, and Takasugi is relentless.
That is, when he knows what he wants.
In this case...
What would satisfy him? He didn't lead Solomon deeper into the cave to meet teeth with his blade. They're here to indulge, Solomon in his blood and Takasugi in the chance of dying the cave's pristine waters red.
But that's not enough.
When affection climbs his jaw to his cheekbone, Takasugi groans. Lips curled, he's plainly disgusted. Not by the tenderness, but by how his mouth falls open. How he's hoping, breath bated, for that kiss to travel to his lips.
It doesn't, and he's left grinding into that leg in an attempt to banish it, rather than accepting the 'consideration'.] Worried you won't be enough?
[For all his doubts in Solomon's ability to actually discern what pleases him, Takasugi doesn't share that concern. Solomon is a monstrous thing, and eventually, he will be satisfied.
The trail of blood flowing down his forearm is hot; his muscles twitch under its path. Solomon's lips are no different, but once he's clean, Takasugi appreciates the bite of cool air that grazes the saliva left behind.
He sighs, and tests Solomon's grip on his arm with a gentle tug.]
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That is, when he knows what he wants.
In this case...
What would satisfy him? He didn't lead Solomon deeper into the cave to meet teeth with his blade. They're here to indulge, Solomon in his blood and Takasugi in the chance of dying the cave's pristine waters red.
But that's not enough.
When affection climbs his jaw to his cheekbone, Takasugi groans. Lips curled, he's plainly disgusted. Not by the tenderness, but by how his mouth falls open. How he's hoping, breath bated, for that kiss to travel to his lips.
It doesn't, and he's left grinding into that leg in an attempt to banish it, rather than accepting the 'consideration'.] Worried you won't be enough?
[For all his doubts in Solomon's ability to actually discern what pleases him, Takasugi doesn't share that concern. Solomon is a monstrous thing, and eventually, he will be satisfied.
The trail of blood flowing down his forearm is hot; his muscles twitch under its path. Solomon's lips are no different, but once he's clean, Takasugi appreciates the bite of cool air that grazes the saliva left behind.
He sighs, and tests Solomon's grip on his arm with a gentle tug.]