#HE GOT JUMPSCARED KSDJFGKSD

[cantuscorvi]

Nezumi nuzzled Raum from behind, bending over the back of the sofa while Raum was reading the news or some other boring old-man shit. He purred happily as he wrapped his arms around Raum's shoulders, toying with the buttons of his shirt, and buried his nose into the side of Raum's neck.

"Mhmm, you smell nice~" comes the sleepy mutter.

And then he b̸i̸t̶e̴s̷!

Sinks his teeth and holds fast.

@nezumivc103221

Arms settled over his shoulders, bringing the warmth of Nezumi’s body with it, breath tickling the skin at the back of his neck. Raum hummed, no action taken except the shift of his focus — looking down to observe the mischievous fingers exploring the front of his shirt.

A kind of attention that was undeniably pleasant, like a cat affectionately weaving its way around one’s ankles. Still… he couldn’t help the little trickle of paranoia at being in a somewhat vulnerable position like this with somebody as unpredictable as Nezumi.

After all, cats had sharp little claws and teeth that swiftly followed their precocious moods, whenever they decided to use them. With a finger and thumb holding his book closed for moment, he turned his head and gave the other man a slightly suspicious side-eye.

“What are you up t—!!”

He was unable to finish his question before Nezumi had latched onto his neck and bitten down like a little beast. The sudden deep pinch at the skin of his neck made his shoulders twitch upward in reflex, a hiss of air sucked in through his teeth. Should have seen it coming sooner.

“Ngh— you little—” he hissed. His pulse spiked under the sharp sensation of teeth, and Raum’s hands quickly moved to grasp at Nezumi’s shoulders as if to pry him off. Although, thanks to the position, he knew there was little true defence available to him — unless he decided to arm himself.

Nezumi hadn’t been gentle. Pain had bloomed intensely around the area of Nezumi’s bite, yet strangely nothing followed. While Nezumi growled ( or was it purred? ) and held fast to the skin of his neck, the ache ebbed to a dull throb at the speed of his slowing heartbeat. There was no danger. Well — other than Nezumi's expression of endearment.

A huff left him, quickly morphing to a chuckle of disbelief as all of his tension suddenly collapsed. Slowly, Raum’s shoulders lowered, one of his hands found its way around Nezumi’s nape. The other raised the book from his lap and thwacked him on the top of the head with it like he was a misbehaving pet.

“You get blood on my shirt, and I collar you to the radiator before I go out tonight.”