Tch. [ He wonders how many times it will take for Misaki to learn he just can't hurt him. Fushimi dodges effortlessly, moving so that he's to the boy's back and facing Mikelo now. A sharp smirk, hand fisting in that beautiful red hair of his, and he jerks Misaki's head back to expose the curve of his throat.
Lips to his ear, eyes still focused on Mikelo and almost staring through him. ]
That isn't going to work. [ He touches the tip of his tongue to the lobe. ] You're so warm. [ Then a breath. ] Isn't he, Mikelo?
Mmhm. I like when you fight. . . although I really would be sad if you ever leave. Brother has never stopped being my favorite.
[The reply is strictly to Misaki, and despite the current situation, Mikelo truly is being honest about his feelings. Losing his brother would hurt like no other.
Fushimi's fluid movements catch his attention, then. Tempting with the way he handles Misaki. Mikelo's gaze lingers upon him as Fushimi speaks, and it only draws him closer. ]
Mm. He is.
[It's almost a murmur, as Mikelo leans in to taste the hollow of his throat, closing his eyes. The hand from before slips over Misaki's torso again, a light scrape of fingernails over the smooth, warm skin.]
[ He doesn't reply to what Fushimi says except to hiss in pain as he's dragged back by his hair. He twists in his grip, trying to get away from the vampire. The towel wrapped around Yata's hips loosens and starts to droop.
He stills as Mikelo leans in, the mouth on his neck makes him exhale shakily while the scrape of nail sends a shiver through his frame.
The towel finally gives into the forces of gravity and drops to the floor.]
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Lips to his ear, eyes still focused on Mikelo and almost staring through him. ]
That isn't going to work. [ He touches the tip of his tongue to the lobe. ] You're so warm. [ Then a breath. ] Isn't he, Mikelo?
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[The reply is strictly to Misaki, and despite the current situation, Mikelo truly is being honest about his feelings. Losing his brother would hurt like no other.
Fushimi's fluid movements catch his attention, then. Tempting with the way he handles Misaki. Mikelo's gaze lingers upon him as Fushimi speaks, and it only draws him closer. ]
Mm. He is.
[It's almost a murmur, as Mikelo leans in to taste the hollow of his throat, closing his eyes. The hand from before slips over Misaki's torso again, a light scrape of fingernails over the smooth, warm skin.]
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He stills as Mikelo leans in, the mouth on his neck makes him exhale shakily while the scrape of nail sends a shiver through his frame.
The towel finally gives into the forces of gravity and drops to the floor.]