[ There's a small muffled sound that escapes from his mouth at the initial contact. As quiet as he tries to make it, it's incredibly vulnerable, raw and new. The past fights with the present in his head, and even if that's all behind him and even if this is what he wants, his heart is hammering through his rib cage all the same.
It's after the first bite that he catches himself, catches the heat between the both of them and slides his eyes closed. This is an all new type of teeth on skin experience and it's tantalizing and intoxicating and there's not a single drop of blood on his tongue. The kisses and bites and everything in between pile on top of one another and his back leans into the wall of the onsen like he's toppling over from their weight, all while stubbornly refusing to actually distance himself from the touch. Everything about Natsuno is stubborn, including the way any new marks fade within moments, the skin seemingly unmarred. His heart is still pounding away in his chest, though for decidedly different reasons. Again he finds he can't stop himself from vocalizing what he's feeling, an unbidden moan wafting up to join the steam.
Honestly it's all a bit much—he wants and he wants and he wants but he feels like he's going to burst, feels like he's going to starve with the hunger snaking up his spine. He breathes once, twice, and forces his eyes open. This is new too, they're the same red as always but framed by black without a single speck of white. He's a jinrou after all, a predator dressed up in human skin until a hunt, until he gives himself over to all the emotions and impulses he usually keeps in check. ]
Anon. [ Just that one word—not a warning, not a plea. He's not sure what's going to happen, but it's the only thing he can manage. Everything seems remarkably still aside from their heartbeats resounding in his ear. ]
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It's after the first bite that he catches himself, catches the heat between the both of them and slides his eyes closed. This is an all new type of teeth on skin experience and it's tantalizing and intoxicating and there's not a single drop of blood on his tongue. The kisses and bites and everything in between pile on top of one another and his back leans into the wall of the onsen like he's toppling over from their weight, all while stubbornly refusing to actually distance himself from the touch. Everything about Natsuno is stubborn, including the way any new marks fade within moments, the skin seemingly unmarred. His heart is still pounding away in his chest, though for decidedly different reasons. Again he finds he can't stop himself from vocalizing what he's feeling, an unbidden moan wafting up to join the steam.
Honestly it's all a bit much—he wants and he wants and he wants but he feels like he's going to burst, feels like he's going to starve with the hunger snaking up his spine. He breathes once, twice, and forces his eyes open. This is new too, they're the same red as always but framed by black without a single speck of white. He's a jinrou after all, a predator dressed up in human skin until a hunt, until he gives himself over to all the emotions and impulses he usually keeps in check. ]
Anon. [ Just that one word—not a warning, not a plea. He's not sure what's going to happen, but it's the only thing he can manage. Everything seems remarkably still aside from their heartbeats resounding in his ear. ]