[The cut itself feels like nothing at first. Then warmth, then a sting. It's the feel of blood spilling forth that catches his attention more than anything else, makes him try to jerk his head away. The fingers in his hair hurt, but the sudden panic rising against that lazy sensuality is worse.]
Why?
[Which isn't a no. He isn't struggling, aside from that initial startle.]
no subject
Why?
[Which isn't a no. He isn't struggling, aside from that initial startle.]