[There's a lot of things Kuro should be saying, protests he should be making, but Heine is batting aside all his excuses, and Kuro is in no shape to keep them up. He doesn't know what's happening, only that it's connected to Heine somehow and he needs it-- needs him. All the moral arguments, all the self disgust is buried under the weight of that need and the easy acceptance Heine is offering.
That blush would be cute at any other time, but right now it's a keen reminder of all the blood beneath that pale skin, and Kuro's trembling as he's drawn closer by Heine's hand, climbing into the albino's lap. Heine might not have expected that, but it's the most comfortable position for the both of them for this if Heine doesn't want the mother of all neck cramps later.]
Stop me... If I go too far. Just punch me in the face, or... anything.
[It's said with a hint of desperation. He knows Heine is capable of that, even if he's baffled by his welcoming to this strange turn of events.
He doesn't sink his teeth in right away though. He reaches up to thread long fingers in that pale hair, caressing his scalp, the side of his neck beneath his ear, careful to avoid the plate and it's scar, but the press of his fingers help bare his neck just a little more in the process, the vulnerable intimacy of the position not lost on Kuro. His lips hover over Heine's skin for a long moment, too rapid breath cool against his skin.
There's the brush of lips a moment later--he's trying to be gentle--but this close he can see how rapid Heine's pulse is, and it's too tempting.
He opens his mouth, drags the flat of his fangs against Heine's skin. There's a split second of tension, a shuddering intake of breath.
And then he's sinking his fangs into his neck in one swift slice, lips sealing against his skin with a groan that sounds far too desperate, almost sexual. His fingers tighten their hold, tongue dragging against the skin to encourage bloodflow as he sucks against the wound.]
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That blush would be cute at any other time, but right now it's a keen reminder of all the blood beneath that pale skin, and Kuro's trembling as he's drawn closer by Heine's hand, climbing into the albino's lap. Heine might not have expected that, but it's the most comfortable position for the both of them for this if Heine doesn't want the mother of all neck cramps later.]
Stop me... If I go too far. Just punch me in the face, or... anything.
[It's said with a hint of desperation. He knows Heine is capable of that, even if he's baffled by his welcoming to this strange turn of events.
He doesn't sink his teeth in right away though. He reaches up to thread long fingers in that pale hair, caressing his scalp, the side of his neck beneath his ear, careful to avoid the plate and it's scar, but the press of his fingers help bare his neck just a little more in the process, the vulnerable intimacy of the position not lost on Kuro. His lips hover over Heine's skin for a long moment, too rapid breath cool against his skin.
There's the brush of lips a moment later--he's trying to be gentle--but this close he can see how rapid Heine's pulse is, and it's too tempting.
He opens his mouth, drags the flat of his fangs against Heine's skin. There's a split second of tension, a shuddering intake of breath.
And then he's sinking his fangs into his neck in one swift slice, lips sealing against his skin with a groan that sounds far too desperate, almost sexual. His fingers tighten their hold, tongue dragging against the skin to encourage bloodflow as he sucks against the wound.]