[Weight against his chest draws into focus how unsteady Takasugi's breaths have remained. He's no longer heaving silently for air, but his jaw is tense. Inhaling in what he can through taut lips.
His shoulders roll, spine arching in defiance of her position.
Not to mention her method of staking claim.
Blood supplanted by saliva, Takasugi keens his head away from the girl's lavish indulgence. Not far enough to dislodge her, simply enough to make his displeasure known.]
Like what you taste? [It's uncomfortable, but he's yet to meet a monster quite so intimately here.
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His shoulders roll, spine arching in defiance of her position.
Not to mention her method of staking claim.
Blood supplanted by saliva, Takasugi keens his head away from the girl's lavish indulgence. Not far enough to dislodge her, simply enough to make his displeasure known.]
Like what you taste? [It's uncomfortable, but he's yet to meet a monster quite so intimately here.
His hand hasn't drifted to his knife.
Yet.]