[ It's strange how Tech finds this sensation both familiar and foreign. Familiar because he can tap into technology, had grown accustomed to getting echoes of Monika's pleasure through an invisible connection. But foreign because it's Kaiba -- it's aggressive and demanding. It hasn't been this way since the festival, and even then, it wasn't this intense. He couldn't feel what Kaiba felt, couldn't feel his want like a molten inferno.
Tech draws back only for a few seconds so he can rip his own tank top off and toss it into the edge of the booth. He needs to feel skin against skin, and more than skin, he needs to feel Kaiba. Hands drag down to his pelvis when he returns to the kiss. Nimble fingers work on those tight leather pants, working the button open.
Kaiba was a predator, but Tech didn't feel like prey. This is worship, a consuming intensity where there is no other in the world. Only he could provide Kaiba with this all-consuming experience. Only he could survive the onslaught of sensations and kisses and driving desire.
Tech grabs a glass from the table and smashes it, gripping a shard in order to give a clean slice across his own abdomen. The pain is bright and intense, but he's doing it to share that sensation with Kaiba more than anything. Blood bubbles to the surface and then the superficial wound vanishes in a shimmer of pixels, taking the pain with it. Tech drags his finger across the dampened blood and brings said finger to Kaiba's lips.
Gods of all sorts have been doing blood rituals since the dawn of time -- so this is theirs. I am yours. You are mine. ]
cw: blood play
Tech draws back only for a few seconds so he can rip his own tank top off and toss it into the edge of the booth. He needs to feel skin against skin, and more than skin, he needs to feel Kaiba. Hands drag down to his pelvis when he returns to the kiss. Nimble fingers work on those tight leather pants, working the button open.
Kaiba was a predator, but Tech didn't feel like prey. This is worship, a consuming intensity where there is no other in the world. Only he could provide Kaiba with this all-consuming experience. Only he could survive the onslaught of sensations and kisses and driving desire.
Tech grabs a glass from the table and smashes it, gripping a shard in order to give a clean slice across his own abdomen. The pain is bright and intense, but he's doing it to share that sensation with Kaiba more than anything. Blood bubbles to the surface and then the superficial wound vanishes in a shimmer of pixels, taking the pain with it. Tech drags his finger across the dampened blood and brings said finger to Kaiba's lips.
Gods of all sorts have been doing blood rituals since the dawn of time -- so this is theirs. I am yours. You are mine. ]