The suggestion shocks Rinne into sobriety. His heart is so loud that he can feel the beats against Takasugi’s chest. Takasugi wants to... with him? Would the person he wants to become ask his subordinate for something like that?
He breaks into a cold sweat and squeezes his eyes shut. No, no. Takasugi isn't the sort of person who would take advantage of him. Rinne knows what he did. Rinne is in the wrong. But even if Rinne did entertain the thought of feeling more than skin and teeth, most thoughts should remain just that. Takasugi doesn't need to know all of Rinne's desires. He doesn't need someone who thinks about his claws, his chest, his mouth as they color him in their sick fantasies, blood and juice trickling down his chin and their fingers.
But tonight isn't about Rinne.
Quietly, he asks,]
Is that what you want to do?
[Because if it is—and Rinne thinks it is—then never mind this wretched, shameless heat that burns whenever he's near. For the hero who has never denied him, Rinne would do anything. Anything to keep the air in his lungs.]
I haven't done it with Niki, [he admits in a whisper.
Rinne doesn't like being denied, but he wants to give people a choice and tell them the consequences. Takasugi will have to teach him. Isn't that a bother? If he was joking, he should say so.]
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The suggestion shocks Rinne into sobriety. His heart is so loud that he can feel the beats against Takasugi’s chest. Takasugi wants to... with him? Would the person he wants to become ask his subordinate for something like that?
He breaks into a cold sweat and squeezes his eyes shut. No, no. Takasugi isn't the sort of person who would take advantage of him. Rinne knows what he did. Rinne is in the wrong. But even if Rinne did entertain the thought of feeling more than skin and teeth, most thoughts should remain just that. Takasugi doesn't need to know all of Rinne's desires. He doesn't need someone who thinks about his claws, his chest, his mouth as they color him in their sick fantasies, blood and juice trickling down his chin and their fingers.
But tonight isn't about Rinne.
Quietly, he asks,]
Is that what you want to do?
[Because if it is—and Rinne thinks it is—then never mind this wretched, shameless heat that burns whenever he's near. For the hero who has never denied him, Rinne would do anything. Anything to keep the air in his lungs.]
I haven't done it with Niki, [he admits in a whisper.
Rinne doesn't like being denied, but he wants to give people a choice and tell them the consequences. Takasugi will have to teach him. Isn't that a bother? If he was joking, he should say so.]