[ His breath hitches again, this time in the heated reaction to fingers pressing against his tongue. It's nothing something that he can adjust to quickly and is the reason why a small, subtle groan manages to escape the small crack between his lips. When he had brought Aoba's fingers to his mouth he didn't expect it to feel this nice, and he too predicts it's simply all the human's fault for him to grow warm with arousal.
Fingers play with his fangs and that instinctive desire to bite pulls his attention away briefly to the gentle pad against his ear. Enough that a choked, incoherent sound is pulled out of his throat when teeth meet skin and it's not the least bit careful. ] Ah!
[ He pulls back, lines of saliva follow this swift motion before breaking. ]
Careful, you can't make me bleed.
[ Because if he did that'd be a whole different problem... one that he didn't want to even imagine, so he quickly moves on. ]
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Fingers play with his fangs and that instinctive desire to bite pulls his attention away briefly to the gentle pad against his ear. Enough that a choked, incoherent sound is pulled out of his throat when teeth meet skin and it's not the least bit careful. ] Ah!
[ He pulls back, lines of saliva follow this swift motion before breaking. ]
Careful, you can't make me bleed.
[ Because if he did that'd be a whole different problem... one that he didn't want to even imagine, so he quickly moves on. ]
So when are you gonna start helping me?