[ Xue Yang isn't about to back down from the man moving in close to him, though his breathing does subtly even out as his guard goes up in anticipation of a potential attack. He doesn't necessarily expect one at this point, but one doesn't survive growing up on the streets and becoming a highly wanted criminal without a healthy dose of suspicion.
He gives the man another second before his own grin widens, his prominent canines becoming more visible. ]
I said, shut up.
[ Xue Yang opens his mouth and leans in like he's about to bite the man's throat like a wild animal, but it's just to scare him: when he actually makes contact, it's only lips and tongue. After all the comments, Xue Yang fully intends to finish within the time limit: not for this guy's sake, but for his own satisfaction. Maybe he'll have the time to actually bite later, when he's near or at the end of the task, but for now he has a goal to accomplish.
He gets to work, starting at the neck and then moving down to collarbones, shoulders, and then onto the chest. Xue Yang doesn't like having to clean up (in the literal sense; the metaphorical sense is significantly more fun) but he's had to do it enough that he knows that top to bottom is generally the best approach. He's all but sucking the whipped cream up as he works, only spending the time to lick more when he misses some on the first pass. The constant flow of sweet across his tongue is appeasing, taking a bit of the edge off his agitation. ]
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He gives the man another second before his own grin widens, his prominent canines becoming more visible. ]
I said, shut up.
[ Xue Yang opens his mouth and leans in like he's about to bite the man's throat like a wild animal, but it's just to scare him: when he actually makes contact, it's only lips and tongue. After all the comments, Xue Yang fully intends to finish within the time limit: not for this guy's sake, but for his own satisfaction. Maybe he'll have the time to actually bite later, when he's near or at the end of the task, but for now he has a goal to accomplish.
He gets to work, starting at the neck and then moving down to collarbones, shoulders, and then onto the chest. Xue Yang doesn't like having to clean up (in the literal sense; the metaphorical sense is significantly more fun) but he's had to do it enough that he knows that top to bottom is generally the best approach. He's all but sucking the whipped cream up as he works, only spending the time to lick more when he misses some on the first pass. The constant flow of sweet across his tongue is appeasing, taking a bit of the edge off his agitation. ]