[something feels off about that. it's nice and all, but somehow... doesn't feel like it was supposed to be. not from that expression, or the tone of that growl.
with a glance upward at Kaito's face, he bites his lip and bows his head in submission.]
[ah, it's gonna be his scarf. man he loves that thing, it is endlessly useful and stylish. he obeys, opening wide. and he's leaving his hands right where they are.]
[he thinks about it for a moment. he knows the other Kaito is very strong, and fierce... for him to stop and issue a warning when they're already playing with pain is serious, and merits serious consideration.
but there's a way out right there, a non-verbal equivalent to the safeword he can't presently say. he's a little worried, he has to admit it to himself - but there is a way out.
[not seeing it coming is... he can't describe it. it's so much more intense, so much more frightening, and he tries - fails - to bite his lip as he clings to the bed, tense and breathing hard through his nose as he recovers.]
[he gets a moment of reprieve as Kaito folds forward, wrapping his arms around him— but his grip is tight, and getting tigher, and after a couple of moments he shoves one hand up his shirt to claw roughly at him]
[he all but purrs in appreciation. he had almost forgotten what it was like to be feared when he wanted it.
...it isn't quite right, though. there's still a twist of unease in the pit of his stomach, a vague sense of wrongness. ...it must not be enough. not yet.]
Louder.
[using his other hand to pull Kaito's head to the side by the hair, and then biting at his exposed neck]
[he does like having his hair pulled, and being bitten. they're familiar pleasures he can focus on in the midst of fear and uncertainty, and it's not difficult at all to obey Kaito's command.]
[that's better, that's good, but it's still— it's still not enough, somehow, and he hisses with frustration. he wants more, he wants blood and the breaking of bones and a fight, not this pliant acceptance, not his trust—
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