[he doesn't pull away immediately, instead ensuring that the mark he leaves on hizamaru now is the darkest of all his bites. others are free to pull away his brother's attention for a time, take him as they need, but higekiri rather thinks that it's his privilege and right to possess him more deeply than anyone else.
not that he'll actually get to saying that out loud.
the noise that he pulls from hizamaru's mouth manages to make something coil in the pit of hige's stomach, and he pulls away once hizamaru's grip tightens. he shifts then, drawing his blade entirely - a familiar weight in his hand - before he lets the tip of it fall underneath hizamaru's chin and then angles it up and up, slowly but certainly. hizamaru will have to lift his head along with it if he does not wish for the blade to draw blood.
hige's smile is gentle - though sharp at the edges as he asks a question to which there is only one right answer]
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not that he'll actually get to saying that out loud.
the noise that he pulls from hizamaru's mouth manages to make something coil in the pit of hige's stomach, and he pulls away once hizamaru's grip tightens. he shifts then, drawing his blade entirely - a familiar weight in his hand - before he lets the tip of it fall underneath hizamaru's chin and then angles it up and up, slowly but certainly. hizamaru will have to lift his head along with it if he does not wish for the blade to draw blood.
hige's smile is gentle - though sharp at the edges as he asks a question to which there is only one right answer]
Remind me -
At whose side do you belong?