[not many people do understand this about him -- hell, he's one of them]
[what it is about the malignant side of life that makes him feel bonded, why he needs bruises and blood and physical proof of a connection before he can acknowledge it's really there]
[he's bled plenty of times for things that weren't... but Hasebe caving to him, the texture of the hilt in his hand, the way blood turns pink mixed with spit and swallowed -- these things he can feel, believe]
[the silver in his finger he pets harmlessly in the middle of that kiss and the breath it makes this man draw; the stiffening erection against his hip he has to make myself not touch, wanting each part of him at mercy beneath his fingers]
[his lips are strained red when he finally gives him air, molten amber eyes searching mauve ones]
What else?
[does he want? that's the reason he's here, after all]
I WAS SO CONFUSED
[what it is about the malignant side of life that makes him feel bonded, why he needs bruises and blood and physical proof of a connection before he can acknowledge it's really there]
[he's bled plenty of times for things that weren't... but Hasebe caving to him, the texture of the hilt in his hand, the way blood turns pink mixed with spit and swallowed -- these things he can feel, believe]
[the silver in his finger he pets harmlessly in the middle of that kiss and the breath it makes this man draw; the stiffening erection against his hip he has to make myself not touch, wanting each part of him at mercy beneath his fingers]
[his lips are strained red when he finally gives him air, molten amber eyes searching mauve ones]
What else?
[does he want? that's the reason he's here, after all]