[ Kizuna realizes fast that he's playing with fire, with a nurtured, instinctual kind of violence. But he's never been able to help himself, even under unforgiving scrutiny — or, perhaps, because of it... maybe it's unfair of him to juxtapose this situation with one that he knows, but he is a creature of feeling, one who so soften gives in to the sway of his heart. Being in the Peacock isn't easy, no, but it's manageable. Especially like this. ]
Ehh... [ An incredulous noise flutes from his throat as he's all but bucked into Bakugo's grasp, leaning into the clutch of his arms as if that's what he'd wanted all along. ] It's not a threat.
[ He seems almost hurt at the accusation, but it's steeped in flirtation, a prelude to the way Kizuna leans in to nose across his jawline, breath pluming warm and low. His opposite hand rises to steady on his cheek, fingers loosely cupped. There is room to break free of him, but Kizuna is trusting him not to for the sake of the game. Craning in, Kizuna brushes his mouth up the strong column of his neck, a smile flicked into the texture of his skin, the band of muscle there. ]
It's a promise, you know?
[ Kizuna parts his lips, raking the flats of his teeth over Bakugo's pulse point. Just enough to feel skin raise as he seals his lips over it, soothing it back down with a soft suck of his tongue. ]
no subject
Ehh... [ An incredulous noise flutes from his throat as he's all but bucked into Bakugo's grasp, leaning into the clutch of his arms as if that's what he'd wanted all along. ] It's not a threat.
[ He seems almost hurt at the accusation, but it's steeped in flirtation, a prelude to the way Kizuna leans in to nose across his jawline, breath pluming warm and low. His opposite hand rises to steady on his cheek, fingers loosely cupped. There is room to break free of him, but Kizuna is trusting him not to for the sake of the game. Craning in, Kizuna brushes his mouth up the strong column of his neck, a smile flicked into the texture of his skin, the band of muscle there. ]
It's a promise, you know?
[ Kizuna parts his lips, raking the flats of his teeth over Bakugo's pulse point. Just enough to feel skin raise as he seals his lips over it, soothing it back down with a soft suck of his tongue. ]