You wouldn't be either, if you knew what it felt like. [ Never punished and for what? To be charming? ] But you know, if you're going to brute force it, maybe I just have to be clever about it?

[ That's what happens when you pit a warden against a detective, no? ]

And as I recall, there was one spot...

[ Hefting up on an elbow, shirt still all rucked and eyes gleaming terribly, Kizuna uses the hand he'd just poked him with to press down on Wriothesley's chest. It's not much leverage, but it is just enough to dip into his space with a heated exhale, lips descending on the curvature of his ear and the cool metal of his piercings. ]

Here, maybe? ♥

[ He plunges his tongue against it. Take that. ]