#{ WELL SATORU don't talk with Geto about stuff involving dark romanticism cuz YEAH -points above- dis happens. }

[kuraikyu]

'Have you shown me enough?'

'' No, " voice gradely deepening in spirit at sweep, still maundering venom at tip of fang against pink tint, convinced if he'll press hard enough ivory might bleed sugar sweeter than lush instead of residual copper, " I hardly even started. ''

Compounds in skin sprung memories circulating further and buzzing in thumping veins, familiar brewing swarming hot under ribcage down the belly like a knife piercing flesh easily in cloak's stead, joints flinching, static currents divulge mouthful whys and wherefores drunk on intensities, determined to chew off his safety mask of glee as if it was as easy as offering kiseru. Consoled perception could sate regular hunger but not this when claws inside needed to savor connection tonight.

In closer pull that made him pleasantly dizzy or maybe look Satoru gave him made him a bit crazier, Geto could spun around in mirth of rejoice but he was content with his comfort settlement among his arms that momentarily allowed him to release his bottom lip, ushering what paved the way for a room to maneuver and feeling hands wandering in pursue of sensation of being comfortable by muscle cordiality through layers of tradition.

'' If I'm not mistaken -- there was something in your mouth just now, '' he briefly commented at Satoru's incomprehensible mutters that would not escape his notice, '' I want it out. '' Those invisible words and vinces, whatever it was. Serpentine arms rise to mould around his shoulders, cool nose pressing somewhere under the jawline, leaving neck stricken by the caress of his warm breath and whispers of sweet nothings. 'your madness and impudence your pain and pleasure your joy and sorrow the salt of your tears the melody of your laughs the trembles of your legs on my shoulders ... I want all of it.

No is allowed to touch you like I do. No is allowed to [ ... ] you like I do. You are mine, and no one else's.' " I'm a complex man refined by greedy temper and obsession, it's dangerous to engage with me in conversations like that. But what about you, Satoru. Do you think you're prepared enough to handle my lessons? Because I would like to know what kind of vices you dive in darkest hours of your yearning when no one is looking ... " The serpent finds another target to nip and mark at to unleash the essence of dark romance, greedy and possessive in its rawness, mad and untangled in its splendor for only the strongest are worthy of his love, so maybe later he'll be merciful enough to kiss him properly.

Show, don't tell. So he allows for Suguru to catch him, pull him close, entangle him in this web, in a barely perceptible war of give and take, now only really indulged in the touch of lips, the pull of teeth, parsings and perceptions all aligned in feverish attention to just watch for whatever this whole little purposeful play was truly worth, now all but repaying the 'kindness' that truly was one with the smile carved into the point of his lips. The way his tongue would sweep over bottom lip, taste whatever there had been left behind. 

Was always like him to talk more than he needed, and proclaim more than he had to, but wasn't that the same with Satoru? Teasing, testing, taunting, hands soon wander and brush against the folds of his Kesa, pushing enough against the fabrich till he could wrap arms around the Cultist's waist. Could pull him against him, murmuring sounds that make no sense rising from his mouth that gives no indication of what he would want to proclaim. Hooded gaze, chuckle to accompany it. Could always take off that garment discardable, annoying. Not now, perhaps enough time to want to behave now there had been something given. 

" Have you shown me enough? " Greedy, eating up more of each other than they should, always clamouring to experience satiation far beyond their means and possibilities - or something like that, when only with each other they could have their fill. He feels not kissed enough, flush against as he was right now. " Come on, explain to me what you mean with your idealised sentiment of our entanglement. "