[A cat ready to pounce, a starving predator, or an junkie craving a fix when they're trying to go cold turkey. Any of those descriptions could fit Kuro right now, and he doesn't understand why. He stopped craving blood like this a long time ago, the hunger dying down to ignorable levels after that thing had been removed. It had been a blessing and relief.
And yet now he can't seem to focus on anything else but the sight of Heine's veins tucked beneath that too pale skin, how easy it would be to tear that skin open and--
And then a hand is sinking into his hair roughly and Kuro's snapped out of his tunnel vision, breath coming harshly, practically panting now. The sensation sends a thrill through his gut, a reminder of a similar heated, confusing moment with him on his knees in front of Heine.
This is a disaster.] I don't... I haven't... I don't know why-- I haven't felt like this in... centuries.
[And yet his gaze is trailing up Heine's arm to his neck at the suggestion.]
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And yet now he can't seem to focus on anything else but the sight of Heine's veins tucked beneath that too pale skin, how easy it would be to tear that skin open and--
And then a hand is sinking into his hair roughly and Kuro's snapped out of his tunnel vision, breath coming harshly, practically panting now. The sensation sends a thrill through his gut, a reminder of a similar heated, confusing moment with him on his knees in front of Heine.
This is a disaster.] I don't... I haven't... I don't know why-- I haven't felt like this in... centuries.
[And yet his gaze is trailing up Heine's arm to his neck at the suggestion.]