[He sits up a bit just to pull his shirt off and toss it to the side. There's no longer the mane of fur that covers his chest and fur, only the bandages that are carefully wrapped and secured over his neck. As soon as that shirt has been tossed away, his mouth is back on warm skin, tasting sweat and salt on his tongue. Utterly intoxicating.
Kizuna has him so easily wrapped around their finger and he isn't particularly bothered by it.
A chuckle.] You spoil me. [It really feels that way. And he won't squander it.
Wriothesley sinks his teeth down, determined to obscure it with a mark of his own. He presses his teeth down enough to break skin and taste copper on his tongue.]
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Kizuna has him so easily wrapped around their finger and he isn't particularly bothered by it.
A chuckle.] You spoil me. [It really feels that way. And he won't squander it.
Wriothesley sinks his teeth down, determined to obscure it with a mark of his own. He presses his teeth down enough to break skin and taste copper on his tongue.]