[ All of these sensations are new to Yuji, who wants nothing more than to burrow his way into the nest around him and sink into it, to let the strange feelings overwhelm him. The urge to have a body to curl up beside is starting to thrum through him, and when he looks up at Megumi again all he can think about is dragging him closer and shoving his face into his neck, to smell him until the scent of him surrounds him. It's a little uncomfortable to think about, but it feels as though this is an urge that he can't even begin to ignore.
Not that he wants to ignore it, necessarily; what he wants is to let himself sink into it, to let himself be utterly devoured by the urge to be taken, to give himself over to Megumi. He's always been good at following the other's orders, but this is something different - beyond instinct. This is a want to give himself over completely until there is nothing left other than the heat and the press of mouth on mouth.
It would be embarrassing, he thinks, if it was anyone else. ]
If I want to stop it I can. I know that.
[ In a fist fight, he would definitely beat Megumi, there's no question of that. A part of him is pretty sure he isn't going to hate it, though.
Before he can say anything else, he's on his back, his eyes dragging over Megumi's body before he whines, pressing his own body up against him. It makes him want more, and Yuji leans back into the bed behind him, cheeks flushed and warm and his body absolutely yearning for more of what Megumi is offering him. He even tilts his head a little, baring his neck and humming softly. ]
I - I don't know. I want you to touch me? And bite me?
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Not that he wants to ignore it, necessarily; what he wants is to let himself sink into it, to let himself be utterly devoured by the urge to be taken, to give himself over to Megumi. He's always been good at following the other's orders, but this is something different - beyond instinct. This is a want to give himself over completely until there is nothing left other than the heat and the press of mouth on mouth.
It would be embarrassing, he thinks, if it was anyone else. ]
If I want to stop it I can. I know that.
[ In a fist fight, he would definitely beat Megumi, there's no question of that. A part of him is pretty sure he isn't going to hate it, though.
Before he can say anything else, he's on his back, his eyes dragging over Megumi's body before he whines, pressing his own body up against him. It makes him want more, and Yuji leans back into the bed behind him, cheeks flushed and warm and his body absolutely yearning for more of what Megumi is offering him. He even tilts his head a little, baring his neck and humming softly. ]
I - I don't know. I want you to touch me? And bite me?