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[lightningruins]

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[lightningruins]

[He relaxes, lets the stranger grab him and tilt up his chin, lets him bare his throat. Those teeth are sharp, and he shudders as they pierce his skin.

This? Dangerous. But Lightning is nothing if not impulsive and dangerous and he shivers with pleasure at the contact. Pain is good, it always has been, and with Iris in the sky? He heals so fast he can take more of it than he could before.

One hand reaches out to grab at the stranger's clothing, to tug him closer.]

[swordhardy]

[ Rokurou's grip tightens, keeping black strands fast between his fingers. Yanking hard, not out of any particular intention, but because his (usually decent) restraint's slipping. Enough that his nails dig harder into Lightning's scalp in a possessive grasp.

It's a thrill, feeling skin give beneath his teeth, and Rokurou drags the flat of his tongue up along the swollen crush of teethmarks. Tilts his head even more when he's tugged in, enough that Rokurou's chin drags, chafing the coarseness of the curl of black daemon skin that jags against tan human flesh.

A thrill, but it's not enough—there's always that rhythm beating along with his pulse, demanding he take more, serve his own selfish needs, wants, and it's especially loud now. Iris's fault? Maybe.

His free hand snaps down to grab onto Lightning's clothes right back, close to outright manhandling as he tries to drag him up from his seat, wanting to shove him toward the door and through to their immediate left. Not the alleyway, that's too far. ]

C'mon.

[ Barricading in one of the bar's bathrooms? Good enough. ]

[lightningruins]

[He's dragged up off his barstool, which is hot. This entire encounter is going straight into the short list of memories to call up for later use.]

Aren't you gonna say "please"? [He's not expecting that to work. His tone is almost needling, like he's trying to piss Rokurou off more.]