[It's only when Higekiri is finished that his fingers slide up Higekiri's thighs, caressing, appreciatively. It does feel as if a white-hot brand had been placed against his skin, but it's not a terrible feeling. The pain isn't bad, he thinks.
He's not afraid of it, or the scar, or the powerful sword.
His eyes stay locked onto Higekiri's own, focused and unwavering, unblinking. An excitable warmth churns below his navel at the idea of Higekiri tasting him. The essence that runs all through this body.
The fingers curl gently into Higekiri's thighs when the sword bows out for his lips, and they part just a bit willingly. He flicks his eyes up briefly and then the lashes lower demurely.
He opens his mouth and lets the end of the blade slide in, closing his lips around it, carefully but eagerly. It nicks the inside of his mouth, but he doesn't care; instead he suckles it before sliding his mouth away.]
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He's not afraid of it, or the scar, or the powerful sword.
His eyes stay locked onto Higekiri's own, focused and unwavering, unblinking. An excitable warmth churns below his navel at the idea of Higekiri tasting him. The essence that runs all through this body.
The fingers curl gently into Higekiri's thighs when the sword bows out for his lips, and they part just a bit willingly. He flicks his eyes up briefly and then the lashes lower demurely.
He opens his mouth and lets the end of the blade slide in, closing his lips around it, carefully but eagerly. It nicks the inside of his mouth, but he doesn't care; instead he suckles it before sliding his mouth away.]