[The gasp isn’t so much of a gasp as a sigh, pleased and relieved. He threads his fingers up through the back of Higekiri’s hair without making a mess, scratching gently with his nails at the scalp to encourage the trail of the mouth. It’s tender and good, and makes him warm with fondness.
And then the bite fills him with a different kind of warmth, something hot and feisty. He moans more readily than normal, already made pliant from earlier. The sound of the sheathe should feel him with dread.
And maybe it does a little. A sickening drop in his stomach that just feels more like the drop right before release.
His fingers loosen so Higekiri can pull away if wanted, and his own hands drop down by the sides of his head. The look is dark and golden, and strangely unafraid this time.]
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And then the bite fills him with a different kind of warmth, something hot and feisty. He moans more readily than normal, already made pliant from earlier. The sound of the sheathe should feel him with dread.
And maybe it does a little. A sickening drop in his stomach that just feels more like the drop right before release.
His fingers loosen so Higekiri can pull away if wanted, and his own hands drop down by the sides of his head. The look is dark and golden, and strangely unafraid this time.]