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TDM 12
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I am a pharmacist looking for some brave adventurers willing to go down into the dungeon and collect dongle flower milk for me. I need at least 10 bottles! This is an important ingredient in one of my popular prescriptions. I am not athletic enough to go get it myself and my supplies are running low.
Please deliver all dongle flower milk to the medical shop in the northwest corner of the market. Please note, I need FULL bottles. Do not skimp or I won't pay!
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I am a young lady looking to expand my make-up business. I heard rumors that there's water in the dungeon that could make an AMAZING base for make-up products. But it sounds like it's super scary in there and I don't want to go. Please, someone, help!
You can bring all bottles of dungeon water to the make-up booth in the southeast corner of the market. I'm willing to pay in chips or trade some of my current products. My face masks and nail polishes are really good!
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Please bring all slime and slime core deliveries to back door of the Dried and Baked Sundries shop. Thank you!
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If you're going into the dungeon, I want collectables. If you find that fabled treasure room, bring me back something cool and shiny. I'm willing to pay good money! I don't care what it is as long as it's hard to get and I can brag to my friends about it.
You can find me drinking in the tavern. I'll be wearing expensive velvet and a tiny hat with a feather.
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But he is doing it.
Kazuya's breath hitches as Yu finally moves. Not once does he take his eyes off of him, morbid curiousity arising the moment he feels the sharp cut of enamel against his skin. It's a lot. His heart races, and his flesh yields all too easily to teeth.
Kazuya winces, a brief moment where he reflexively tries to pull away causing his arm to tear just that little bit more before he can stop himself and get his reactions under control. It hurts, just as he knew it would. There isn't anything rewarding about this pain, is there? He tries to think, and all he can come up with is-
Yes.
Yes, there is.
Yu is doing this. Yu has him on the backfoot in such a strange way. It's frightening, to be consumed, even if Kazuya knows (hopes) it won't actually go that far. He bites his own lip, makes a-
Surprisingly eager whimper that comes out through his nose.
It startles him. What makes this worth it? Is it because he trusts Yu to reign himself in? Is it because for a change he's the one who's at the mercy of someone else? Someone he trusts to not take things too far?
There's confliction in the pain. He doesn't like it, but he... He's alright with it too, in a way. It makes him feel needed and wanted and there's a strange warmth that also flows through him too. He's quiet, so very quiet other than those two noises he'd made.
Equally quiet is his breathless, clearly conflicted question: ]
... It's good, right?
[ Can Yu taste everything he's going through? The emotions that are laden in his body, the fear, the insecurities, the confliction and the low want starting up?
Can he taste himself beyond that? The indescribable taste of the air before a storm? The earthy, yet savoury-sweetness of him? Or are those qualities tied to Yu's very soul? It's so strange. ]
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Wrong. So very, very wrong.
The differences become horrifically apparent the moment he bites down. A cheer of jubilant satisfaction that crowds his...head? His soul? Whatever you might call it, the demons he shares this space with are thoroughly pleased; excited; encouraging. But even they pale in comparison to the taste, to the burst of emotions that feels familiar simply because Yu has lived them: fear, conflict, dedication, desire. The whimper lingers in his ears, making it hard to tell whether that desire comes from Kazuya or from himself, or both of them.
Because he, too, wants.
The taste itself is both foreign and familiar, the same way Kazuya's voice sounds coming out of his mouth like this. Familiar, recognizable, but somehow different. Separate. A bizarre mix of both of them that he drinks down eagerly. He would swallow Kazuya entirely if he could, if the demons had anything to say about it. It would be easy.
It's good, right?
Desire singing in his ears almost drowns out the voice.]
Mm, [his response is a low, rumbly hum, awed and wanting. Is this how Kazuya feels all the time? Is this what he has to keep under control? Does he know how strong he is? Because Yu feels slightly like he's on the verge of going insane -- like it's some bizarre fever dream that he has to wake up from. He can't begin to fathom how it must feel to be like this all the time.
So he doesn't think about it at all.]
It is. [He only lets go in order to answer the question, to lick up small rivulets of blood around the wound. There's a sudden spike of affection -- he can't tell whether that comes from Kazuya or from him, but he feels emboldened by it to press soft kisses around the edges of the wound as well.] It's amazing. You're amazing.
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It reminds him of the first day of the lock down. It reminds him of barely making it out of a few scraps, of being saved by Amane from being killed, of collapsing in an exhausted heap on the ground in the cemetary.
It reminds him just how powerless he’d felt.
This is a different kind of powerlessness. It’s not bad, it’s an understanding. That even should he fight back with all his might and rally with everything he had, there would be no way to stop Yu from consuming him as he pleased.
And Yu is so quiet as he drinks from him. Does he feel the urge to clamp his teeth down and pull? To rend flesh from his arm and swallow a chunk victoriously?
He must. Kazuya knows he feels that urge too. Yu surely is aware of how easy it would be to overpower him, and Kazuya can’t help that momentary thought as the other gives that rumbling sound that he’s swear travels all the way up his arm, and then sits low in his stomach.
It’s not helped when a hot tongue licks the area around the wound. It stings. It’s painful, and once more Kazuya flinche only to be soothed by the (also painful) press of lips to the area. To the praise that comes next.
It’s baffling. Yu thinks he’s amazing. For what? For being weird enough to want someone else to experience what he goes through? For being enough of an asshole to ask that of someone he cares about, simply because he wants to be selfish for a moment and have someone else know about the desires he has? The true ones, nestled deep in his body, the ones he plays down and stomps on until they’re ground beneath his heel.
But they always come back. They’re like weeds, like that.]
I’m not. You’re the one who- [His breath hitches. It’s coming too fast. Too nervous, and so Kazuya shakes his head, trying to calm himself.] You’re doing this. Holding back like that. It’s crazy, you know? You’ve got way more strength than me.
[Physical, for sure. But the mental fortitude that Yu has? It’s incredible, the fact that he’s not just a smear on the ground right now. That he still has lungs to draw breath in.
And Yu still kisses him so sweetly. Despite all of this. Despite everything Kazuya has asked of him. Awkwardly, a shaking arm comes up, touch slow and nervous as he forces his hand to press to the back of Yu's- (his own) neck, to try and coax him in for a kiss, even despite the blood. He wants to return that sweetness, to share in that affection and make sure that above all, Yu knows how grateful he is, despite the fear, despite the trepidation and anxiety. Despite the worry.
He wants to be clear that no matter what, there is love, beyond all else he can taste.]
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You've got way more strength than me.
He thinks he can feel a difference, though: where Kazuya is able to keep these impulses in line every day, they're lying in wait for Yu, holding on until he relaxes by a sliver. As soon as he loosens his grip, they'll be there -- so it's unsustainable, in a way. He's so much more used to working with this sort of presence. A collaboration, rather than a battle.]
I couldn't do it forever. It's exhausting.
[Well, that's one way to put it, at least. Unsustainable. Unrelenting. He wants absolutely none of it, especially when Kazuya puts a hand to the back of his neck, and he has to stop himself from focusing overmuch on the face he's looking at, the face he's so used to seeing in the mirror, swallowing thickly as he tries to forget the taste of blood in his mouth.
(But it's so good, all the same--)
The horrible truth is that nothing radiating off of Kazuya tastes as good as the fear. Yu can suss some of it out: restrained concern; budding desire; worry; courage; love. But it's fear that lingers at the back of his mouth, tantalizing, bidding him to get another bite, another mouthful. The kiss is good, so very good, but it doesn't do nearly enough to sate the part of him that wants more.
He leans into the kiss, because when it's Kazuya, he can never really get enough of this. Never wants to. But his hand moves, all the same, to squeeze the other boy's arm, near his wound, wondering if it'll spark another moment of that feeling. Something he can get a taste for even in a kiss.]
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But Yu kisses him, and it’s novel. It’s his own mouth against him, but his body is inhabited by someone else. He can taste blood on the others lips, but it doesn’t carry that same sweet, invigorating taste. It’s metallic and sharp, almost more of a warning that this isn’t normal than something he actively engages in feeding off of.
It really, really doesn’t taste good.
But he likes that too. And he wonders if the low-toned whimper that escapes his mouth against Yu when he squeezes his arm so painfully tight is liked in turn.
It’s funny. It’s not hard to spike his heartbeat, like this. There’s no calm assurance that no matter what happens, he can deal with it. That he’ll be fine.
He’s so utterly human. And humans feel fear much more readily. Logical or illogical, it doesn’t matter how Kazuya tells himself that Yu would never really hurt him, that there’s no way the other boy would kill him. It’s lingers in the back of his head, a worry no matter how much he tries to address it.
So Yu will taste that fear as he squeezes Kazuya’s arm. Any rough treatment will garner it, will spike his pulse and make his heart race.
He pulls away from the kiss, breathing faster. Understanding is clear in his eyes.]
It’s because you have a soul. It’s easier for me because I don’t. There’s nothing to latch onto.
[But that isn’t bad either. And Kazuya crashes his lips against Yu’s more urgently this time. The desperation building in his body, the fight or flight that comes only from having been in the positions he’s been in where he really could have been consumed; it needs an outlet. And Yu is conveniently right here.]
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But...
But a little is fine, right...?
Souls. Demons. Desires. All of this is a little over his head, when he tries to think about it consciously. He never thought of Kazuya as someone lacking a soul, and he has no idea what kind of difference that could make. Maybe it's just proof of how little he knows about demons. Maybe his lack of knowledge in this area is part of what makes him weak to their influence, too. Either way -- he locks eyes with the other boy as he speaks, setting aside the weirdness of it to read the expression written there.]
Mm-- [he wanted to respond, though he's not sure how. His head is fogged up with desire -- not just the strange, powerful arousal pulsing through him with every taste of fear, but something deep and powerful that wants to give into those irresistible hints of humanity. He could eat them all up and they would be delicious.
But Kazuya kisses him again, urgent, insistent, and Yu is just as eager to give into his own desire. He's forceful as he kisses back, demanding entry into the other boy's mouth, squeezing the wound a little harder in search of another addictive spike of pain. He's already thinking about where else he can get it from -- the places where his own body is sensitive; weak. For now, he tries to tease pleasure out of him too, carding his other hand through Kazuya's hair, fingers scraping against his scalp.]
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Kazuya doesn’t like pain. He never has. But he also can’t deny that there’s something here, something more to it. That even though Yu’s grip hurts, that even though he’s rough and seemingly intent on causing pain simply to feast on it, Kazuya can’t entirely say he dislikes it either. It must be something about how he knows it’s Yu that’s letting him take some measure of enjoyment from it. Knowing that he’s enjoying tasting what he’s feeling… It’s not so different than what he’s done for Makoto, is it? Letting himself be harmed for another's pleasure.
Though, maybe-
He pulls away from the kiss, greedily gulping down air that his lungs burn with the need for. A novel sensation as he pants, but doesn’t pull away any further.]
‘S your body, Yu. [Just so he knows.] You get to do whatever you want with it. To it. I’m just along for the ride.
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He chases the kiss for a moment as Kazuya pulls away, yearning for more. But those words stop him in his track, like a rock dropping into the pit of his stomach.
I'm just along for the ride.
It's--
It's not like that, though...is it?
Yu is quiet for a moment, giving the other boy's face a searching look, his brows creasing slightly as his grip eases, as he tries to make eye contact.]
It's not just my body. Not when you're in it. [Shouldn't that be obvious? He worries his lower lip for a moment.] Even if it tastes good, I don't want to do something that's bad for you.
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But it’s not like that. Yu hasn’t fallen thrall to the other Bel demons. Yu has made a genuine and honest attempt, even as overwhelmed as he must be. When he looks at him like that, with a face that’s his, Kazuya can read every last bit of what he’s worried about in his voice.
His arm twists in Yu’s hold, bloody and sore, only to hold onto Yu’s in turn. The less injured one comes up, gently cupping the back of his neck and running his thumb against his hairline.]
It’s good if it’s you.
[Resolute. Truthful. It hurts, yes. But knowing that it’s good for someone he cares about? That this pain is temporary to begin with, and that sooner or later he’ll be back in his own body where his lungs don’t burn if he doesn’t breathe, and where he’s left only guessing at things that he used to simply be able to tell, and had become reliant on doing so.
He breathes out slowly, feels the way his lungs empty as he tries to gather himself enough to think, a small worry forming in the pit of his chest, an anxious energy he wants to shake, but not really. ]
I’m not sure how to describe it. Or tell you anything other than that I want you to do what you want to do.
[He wants to feel human again, even if it’s just for a bit. Just for a little while. He wants to feel the damp of red blood, not something that mists and smokes up into nothing, that heals instantly. The bruises on his arms from his own teeth, his own demonic grip turned against him, he wants to feel that too. The ache of it all. Something that lingers, something that stays potent at the edge of his senses instead of having to concentrate to keep it. ]
I guess… I want you to make me feel human again, just for a bit. [It sounds stupid, when he says it out loud, especially in Yu’s own voice. Something that usually sounds so sure that just doesn’t this time.] And everything it entails. Fear, pain, all of it. As long as it’s you, I don’t mind. I trust you.
[An awkward pause, but he continues, a small, unsure waver in his voice.]
And... It's not bad. Even the pain, right now. I don't- it's not something I normally enjoy, but I guess I do now. With you.
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It's good if it's you.
I want you to make me feel human again.
It doesn't sound stupid to him. It's the opposite, really -- his own humanity is something that Yu has taken for granted, but here and now, he sort of understands how important it's always been to him. Mortality is a guillotine hanging overhead; it makes everything small feel so significant. Being without that feeling...it would be easy to get lost in how insubstantial things can become.]
Okay. I understand. [There's a gravity in the way he nods, his expression taking on the certainty and diligence that Yu uses to express things that are important to him. He searches Kazuya's expression for a moment, but bites back his urge to be overt with care and worry. Maybe it's his Leader tendencies he's fighting against; the desire to suggest which Personas the other boy should lean on, if things get bad. To remind Kazuya to say stop if he needs to. Yu leans on those tendencies like a crutch, allowing him to hold onto some control over a situation. But, as hard as it is, he knows he has to trust Kazuya, in this case.
He leans in, closing the distance between them with a kiss, deep but brief.]
I trust you, too.
[To speak up if he needs to. To be honest. And -- Yu should be honest in return.] Maybe some of that has to do with being in my body. I don't usually mind some amount of pain.
[There have been times when it's been nice, even...which is something to unpack for later, he figures. Hmm. For now, he leans in close again, pressing a kiss to Kazuya's neck in a spot he normally likes.]
We both know our bodies best. So I want to make you feel good, too.
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He’s still convinced that it’s also a mental thing, that it’s because of the situation they’re in, the bizarreness of it that it’s also good, but it is a relief to hear that maybe it’s also because of what Yu likes as well, hearing that he doesn’t mind some amount of pain.
Things to file away for later. Maybe… Maybe this situation will be good for both of them, in more ways than just the immediate.]
Yeah.
[Yu wants to make him feel good. Kazuya wants that in turn, to make Yu feel good. And that means… There’s things he knows about his own body. How there’s a spot just behind his ear that drives him crazy when it’s touched or kissed. How his neck is insanely sensitive. How good and strange it feels to have someone run their fingers along his scars.
All of this they can show each other. Little weaknesses that they’ll allow each other to exploit once they’re back to normal.
Yu moves first, though. Warm lips press to his neck, and an even greater warmth blooms in his system. A clear attack, and one he takes a shuddering breath in in the wake of.]
Then... Let me show you too. [A pause, a nervous, small chuckle escaping from him.] Let go of my hand?
[So he can use both to start peeling off his shirt. So he can run Yu's fingertips against the length of his scars.]
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It doesn't last long; the other boy moves to start pulling his shirt over his head, and Yu helps him do it. There's something incredible, and incredibly bizarre, about the way arousal feels different within the body he currently inhabits: the thudding of his heart, the heat prickling over his skin -- it doesn't feel the way he expects. It's thrilling, in an odd way, a novel surprise that his mind latches onto.
This body is warmer than his; Kazuya's fingertips feel almost cool by comparison, spreading over the bare skin of his chest. And the sensation--]
Oh, [he gasps reflexively.] That feels...
[There's no one way to describe it, though; something distant and almost numb, something sensitive and ticklish, something tender and alluring. He bites his lower lip; it's a very him gesture, but that, too, feels strange in his body. He has to be careful not to bite down too hard.]
... It's really good.
[Good. Weird. Foreign. Interesting. Impossible to put into words. But it's not so overwhelming that he doesn't lean forward to tug at Kazuya's shirt, too, working to get it off.]
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Either way, Yu likes it, and is responding to it encouragingly. The smell of blood is still in the air, and as Yu works to tug his shirt off, Kazuya helps in turn, even if pulling his arms through the sleeves leaves long, red stains, and he sucks in a hissing breath as pain stings along the marks.. It should be fine, he thinks. It'll come out in the wash, right?
That thought is quickly removed from the front of his mind as he moves again, catching Yu's (his own) lips with his. His heart is beating rabbit-quick, but it's not all nerves anymore. Not all fear. The kiss is something chaste. Not because he doesn’t want to, but because he’s on a mission, and overload of need and desire to show Yu everything, every last thing that the other could do to him that he knows he’d enjoy. His lips trail along his jaw, towards his ear. Sensitive, normally covered by headphones back home, but vulnerable since he got here. Few people have ever really gone after them, and maybe that's a good thing, maybe it makes the sensation that much more prominent as his lips graze under the lobe, heated breath coming against even hotter skin.]
It's so weird. I never knew how much warmer I was than other people... It's nice.
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The blood in the air is distracting, as is the pain weaving into it, exuded from Kazuya's current body like a heady smoke. Yu leans closer almost unconsciously, drinking in the feeling, taking note of how good it feels.
The ideas that spring to mind from that are a little on the unsavory side.
Kazuya kisses him like a man on a mission -- after a moment, Yu realizes that he is, targeting a weakness so strong and so unexpected that Yu feels like he's melting down, pleasure flooding his senses.]
Fuck, [comes out of him in the next moment, before he can think straight, on the tails of a desirous shiver that rolls through his whole body. Kazuya's breath puffing over his neck only make the tingling feeling even more prominent. Drawing in a breath and summoning some iota of composure, he nods shakily.]
I like it, too. How warm you are. It feels really good.
[But he wants to follow Kazuya's example here, too. His hand moves to sit warmly at the nape of the other boy's neck, then moves up to fist into his hair, tugging his head backward a little. Leaning forward, he puts his lips and his teeth to the exposed pulse point there, a spot he knows he's normally sensitive to.]
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With it, another spike of fear. A vulnerable spot like that, where teeth and lips meet his pulse. Oh so easily could Yu lose control right then and there. How easily he could tear his throat out and feast. It’s a thought Kazuya himself has had in the past, on more than one occasion. Of how easily and readily he could drink every last drop from Yu, of how good he’d taste.
The noise he makes is a half-whimper at those teeth. Adrenaline floods his veins, heart hammering even faster, making his breath come all that quicker.
And yet, he’s pliant in the hold, lets his eyes slip closed to just feel him.
Yu has trusted him in the past, to have him in such a vulnerable position, even knowing what he was. The least he can do is offer that same trust, especially with how ridiculously warm he feels, with how much want and desire he can feel in his own veins. It’s insane, every last bit of it. He swallows, and he’s sure that Yu feels the motion, can feel his heartbeat against his searingly hot lips and teeth.]
That’s really good. [He breathes out. They share this weakness, it seems. Maybe that's what makes the prospect of sharp teeth at his neck even more alluring now than ever before. Because he's in a position where his partner could well and truly do damage, and he's powerless against it.
Funny, how something like that could be so... arousing. He'd never thought about it like that.]
... Are you going to bite?
[There's fear, yes, but the words are also tinged with something else, hope. He wants Yu to bite down. Maybe not to a deadly extent, but... If he sunk his teeth into him, what would that feel like, in Yu's body?]
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Human, human, human. He keeps having to remind himself of the differences.
Are you going to bite?
There is not one sliver of him that doesn't want to, be it Yu himself or the demons clamoring for control. They know just how good that human blood will taste, and Yu knows from his own memory of touch that it'll feel incredible for Kazuya, as well. Common sense says he shouldn't, but desire tempts him to try, just a little, just a bit. The breath that Yu draws is unnecessary, but it steadies him anyway, helps him to keep himself in check.
Lips drawing back, he presses his teeth gently to Kazuya's exposed throat, to the pulse point pumping life through his body. Not strong enough to draw blood --not yet-- Yu drags his teeth down the other boy's neck, to the curve where it meets shoulder, biting down harder there and holding.]
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He hears Yu breathe, and he sucks in a shallow breath in response. Holds it one, two, three seconds, before Yu presses teeth to his throat, and Kazuya’s eyes slip closed in response. Like this, he can feel the sharp enamel against his throat, pressing against his pulse. It makes another shiver run through him, and he exhales a shaky noise through his nose. It’s not a real bite, it’s something more like they’d normally do, he thinks, and it feels good. Sends warmth flooding into the pit of his stomach, makes him keen softly.
Yu moves again, and this time the bite is real. Sharp, painful. Held somewhere tender, and simultaneously pleasure, arousal, and pain blossom from the area, and Kazuya gasps, hands moving to fist tightly against the skin he normally wears, hard enough to dig little crescent moon shaped divots into the flesh.]
That’s-
[Incredible. He breathes, eyes screwed shut tightly as he focuses on feeling everything about it. Yu chose this spot specifically, which means he must be normally weak here to this kind of thing, and-
Kazuya can tell, with the way it rocks his world, makes him try to pull Yu down against his own body, like his teeth might dig deeper, help him chase the feeling of pleasure and pain comingling together all at once.]
Wow. Wow.
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It's like his brain is short-circuiting, like a starving man having the most delicious meal he's ever tasted, and Yu doesn't know what to do with the feeling besides seek more, deeper, harder. He's so turned on he's practically shaking, lungs still as he fully forgets the too-human instinct to breathe.
All he wants to do is go deeper.
He knows Kazuya will let him.
When the other boy pulls him closer, he acquiesces with absolutely no resistance, pulling their bodies closer together, the coolness of his skin acting as a balm against the desire that feels all-consuming, a wildfire he only wants to burn hotter. He wraps his arms around Kazuya, and in the end he does dig in deeper, pressing his teeth into the punctured skin, dragging blunt nails down his back.]
Mm, [comes out as more of a moan than the agreement he means for it to be, aroused and utterly enthralled. He doesn't need to breathe, but he still sounds breathless when he speaks again, swallowing thickly.] You taste amazing.
[When he leans back down, it's to press a kiss to the wound, not to take another bite. That simple action takes so much willpower he thinks he might really lose it for a moment, but he pulls it together, trying to summon a little bit of their usual energy --a cheeky little grin, a soft laugh-- to temper his own lust.] I could eat you all up.
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Yu’s voice is a low toned moan that sends a shiver down his spine. He sounds so breathless, completely enthralled by him, and it’s intense, being so focused on like this, by a person who clearly isn’t used to inhabiting the body of an apex predator. One who moves, and Kazuya thinks that he’s going to be bitten again, steels himself for it because otherwise he might go weak in the knees otherwise.
What Yu does is somehow even worse than that. A kiss to the wound that makes a squeaky noise rasp it’s way out of his throat. He’s certainly sure he’s never heard Yu make a noise like that before, and he’s fairly certain he himself never has.
Are his knees knocking? He feels a little unstable.]
Yeah?
[Yu is trying to bring a playful energy back to this, but Kazuya is so otherwise overwhelmed by several things at once, and certainly not the least of all being that he’s so incredibly hard it almost hurts.
He squeezes his eyes shut tighter, exhales and inhales rapidly, trying to catch his breath. A completely novel thing. So mundane that it really only adds more dry kindling to the situation he’s in.]
I hope I’m breakfast, lunch, dinner, and desert, then.
[A stupid comment.
Maybe there's some bloodloss getting to him, between Yu actively feeding on him, and how much is no longer directed to his brain.]
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That cute little quip only encourages him.
With a fond little laugh, Yu hums his agreement. He should be trying to figure out how to use Diarahan in this body, but instead he licks at the skin around the wound as blood seeps from it. Instead he leans closer and breathes in deep, like he's trying to memorize the way the other boy smells. Blood, desire, a strange sensory overwhelm...maybe he really is trying to memorize it. He's not sure he'll ever experience something like this again.]
You are, [he whispers shakily, nipping at Kazuya's ear.] You're everything I need.
[The scent of blood in the air is going to drive him insane.
Unless the arousal coursing through him does the job first.
He cups the other boy's cheek and leans in close for a kiss, something soft and affectionate to keep them both from boiling over. It has the added effect of clearing his head a bit, reminding him of the nebulous time limit placed on this situation. It won't last. He should really try to focus. His other hand trails down Kazuya's side to his hips, as if it can help draw his attention away from the smell of blood and the temptation that comes with it.]
I want to show you how good you make me feel. [His own soft timbre in Kazuya's voice...it's strange to his own ears. But sharing his wants is a bit strange, too -- that becomes easier with every admission.]
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[Somehow, like this, he’s not above begging. There’s no pride eating away at him, nothing to hold back from, to be strong for. Yu is the stronger of the two of them, especially here and now. It almost feels like…A bit of him coming back in a way. Would he have begged, in similar circumstances if he’d kept his humanity? Would he have clung like he does now to Yu, fingers clutching against his heated body in sheer desperation and need?
It’s hard to say. He’d never gotten this far back home.
It’s Yu’s body he’s in, sure, but it’s his own mind. A humanity he’s borrowing, for at least a moment that adds so much more to it.
When Yu kisses him softly, sweetly, when that affection laced motion happens, a fondness, a love so overwhelming it hurts swells up within him.
Kazuya kisses Yu back like a dying man. Like Yu is the breath of oxygen he’s been lacking this entire time. His body feels weak, but he’s no longer sure that’s from loss of blood. Desperately, he kisses against him hard, pushes his tongue into Yu’s mouth to map the taste of blood that should be familiar, but isn’t. It’s metallic, not particularly pleasant and sweet like he’s used to.]
You know I’m always prepared.
[He laughs, breathless, maybe a little delirious with how much he wants and it feels like a want that’s entirely his own for the first time in forever.]
So show me. Show me everything you want. I want to memorize every last second.