[He is very much being eaten by a predator, in more ways than he might realize. Kuro can feel when the giddiness starts to set in, and he sighs against Heine's neck, nuzzling against his throat briefly as his body relaxes as well. This was... oddly nice. It wasn't what he was used to at all, not really.
That laugh spills into Kuro in more than one way: he can feel it against his lips, feel it in Heine's blood, and there's something that might be the ghost of a smile pressed against Heine's skin, the bite becoming more of a sharp edged kiss, body pressing flush against Heine's, hands sliding down his back.
Contrary to his hesitance and fear earlier, It's getting rather hard to stop now, with that excitement flowing into him. Maybe he should have warned Heine about this, but that thought is far from his mind.]
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That laugh spills into Kuro in more than one way: he can feel it against his lips, feel it in Heine's blood, and there's something that might be the ghost of a smile pressed against Heine's skin, the bite becoming more of a sharp edged kiss, body pressing flush against Heine's, hands sliding down his back.
Contrary to his hesitance and fear earlier, It's getting rather hard to stop now, with that excitement flowing into him. Maybe he should have warned Heine about this, but that thought is far from his mind.]