[Again Wriothesley mentions something that sounds painful so casually that Nanami thinks it must be commonplace for him. Knowing that the boxer is familiar with the thoughtless cruelty of other people and continues to smile easily makes his whole body tense, for a moment Nanami wants to hold Wriothesley down and tell him he can’t leave. That he won’t allow anyone to touch him and spoil his optimism. But Nanami manages to hold back that instinct, at least for the moment. He’s still aroused from Wriothesley’s teasing, and even though he tried to pull his arms down, his pupils are already wide, taking in every sensation along with the sight of what feels like his person. He growls softly as Wriothesley starts to undress him, turning his attention toward impatient groping as he runs his hands over Wriothesley’s skin beneath his clothes. Now that he’s already come this far, there’s no use denying that he wants more.]
I could.
[Nanami’s warning is pressed softly against Wriothesley’s lips, right before he follows it with a kiss—-this time greedy and deep, pulling the other up to him as he lets a fang catch his lip.]
Most people would run if they saw someone who wasn’t human. It really doesn’t bother you?
[But even with the protests, Nanami helps Wriothesley pull back his clothes, a canine tail emerging to wag lightly and betray his mood.]
no subject
I could.
[Nanami’s warning is pressed softly against Wriothesley’s lips, right before he follows it with a kiss—-this time greedy and deep, pulling the other up to him as he lets a fang catch his lip.]
Most people would run if they saw someone who wasn’t human. It really doesn’t bother you?
[But even with the protests, Nanami helps Wriothesley pull back his clothes, a canine tail emerging to wag lightly and betray his mood.]