[ Matt's met people whose ears are sensitive, of course. He's one of them. But he's never seen anyone react to having their ears touched quite like this guy. The small but pronounced movement is fascinating. Matt wants to drink it in, luxuriate in it, understand it wholly; he resolves to investigate further.
In a moment.
For now, though Matt's known this person for all of two minutes, he's zero percent surprised to feel his teeth so soon. He sighs, a sharp ah that sounds like another laugh, as his mouth opens to return hunger for hunger. Matt aims a nip at his companion's lower lip as he pulls back, breathless, his grip firming on the rose stem. ]
You like pain.
[ He murmurs it, his lashes dipping. Matt tugs, and the thorns dig more sharply into Marazhai's neck, just shy of breaking skin. He wonders, now, about the scars criss-crossing the stranger's skin. Were they all obtained through conflict, or do some of them come from more recreational activities? ]
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In a moment.
For now, though Matt's known this person for all of two minutes, he's zero percent surprised to feel his teeth so soon. He sighs, a sharp ah that sounds like another laugh, as his mouth opens to return hunger for hunger. Matt aims a nip at his companion's lower lip as he pulls back, breathless, his grip firming on the rose stem. ]
You like pain.
[ He murmurs it, his lashes dipping. Matt tugs, and the thorns dig more sharply into Marazhai's neck, just shy of breaking skin. He wonders, now, about the scars criss-crossing the stranger's skin. Were they all obtained through conflict, or do some of them come from more recreational activities? ]