[ It's worth it, he thinks, to do that. To press whatever closeness he's seeking into his hands when they've been robbed of so much else in his life. Warmth and skin seem small in comparison, but also precious — to an empath, what else would he have to give that holds so much weight?
There is something else, but it shoots to the back of his mind as the sinking of teeth into his neck flares white-hot. Kizuna sucks in a breath, a keening noise sounding low in the back of his throat. Fingers knead at the back of Wriothesley's neck and into the muscle of his side, gripping and pulling him in. He's solid enough to arch into and Kizuna is realizing it's the first time he's experiencing it from this angle, the weight of him dizzying and pleasant.
He swallows, throat thudding. It feels good. So good. ]
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There is something else, but it shoots to the back of his mind as the sinking of teeth into his neck flares white-hot. Kizuna sucks in a breath, a keening noise sounding low in the back of his throat. Fingers knead at the back of Wriothesley's neck and into the muscle of his side, gripping and pulling him in. He's solid enough to arch into and Kizuna is realizing it's the first time he's experiencing it from this angle, the weight of him dizzying and pleasant.
He swallows, throat thudding. It feels good. So good. ]