I, ah — [ His grip clutches down on Bakugo's hair at the nape of his neck, kneading slightly to work himself through the sensation of teeth finally closing down on his skin. It's partly the anticipation of it that makes him react so strongly, something so physical that even his empathy struggles to catch up to it. It's not often, really. That something like that happens. ] ...I wouldn't mind letting you, you know.
[ It's precisely because he feels the incendiary roil of emotion in him that he wouldn't do it that makes Kizuna even offer it. Altruism smoked over in threats and vulgarity... well, there's something to it, for him. He doesn't think to pull himself upright just yet, allowing the bite to settle first, to really revel in displaying Bakugo's work to him.
His mark darkens, red and raw on the plane of his chest, still slightly wettened by the prior drag of his tongue. In the hollow of his ribs, his heart hammers loud. ]
โ ๐๐๐ ๐ช๐๐ค.
I, ah — [ His grip clutches down on Bakugo's hair at the nape of his neck, kneading slightly to work himself through the sensation of teeth finally closing down on his skin. It's partly the anticipation of it that makes him react so strongly, something so physical that even his empathy struggles to catch up to it. It's not often, really. That something like that happens. ] ...I wouldn't mind letting you, you know.
[ It's precisely because he feels the incendiary roil of emotion in him that he wouldn't do it that makes Kizuna even offer it. Altruism smoked over in threats and vulgarity... well, there's something to it, for him. He doesn't think to pull himself upright just yet, allowing the bite to settle first, to really revel in displaying Bakugo's work to him.
His mark darkens, red and raw on the plane of his chest, still slightly wettened by the prior drag of his tongue. In the hollow of his ribs, his heart hammers loud. ]