[kaiba had been bitten, had urged suzaku to do it. so when given the chance, he returns the favor. he bites down on his neck, deeply, possessively, enough to draw blood but not violently. even if he asked suzaku to take charge, in truth, he remained in control. and maybe it was for the better this way. maybe it could only be this way with this man.
maybe it was the fate of a sword: it was sharp and it was deadly but only with the right hand to guide it.]
Suzaku...
[he's not bored. but he also doesn't know what else to say, so he just says his name and kisses back. almost kindly, almost peacefully, a sheath for a sword.]
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maybe it was the fate of a sword: it was sharp and it was deadly but only with the right hand to guide it.]
Suzaku...
[he's not bored. but he also doesn't know what else to say, so he just says his name and kisses back. almost kindly, almost peacefully, a sheath for a sword.]