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wait to add on to my previous post n is the sad kind of drunk that will just burst into tears and start screaming and crying and throwing fits and oversharing his trauma so u have to essentially babysit him

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n cant handle his liquor at all btw one drink and its OVER

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     she looks sincerely apologetic,     for the most part,     it’s why no further words of indignation escape his mouth,     though his facial expression remains ever perturbed despite it.     perhaps he should have asked if she’d known the way back but     …     why would they have doubted her     &͟.     her ability to escort them back to the entrance if she had seemed so confident from their perspective?     as if she were a regular visitor into the depths of these forests     &͟.     not some newcomer to the region that had lost her way just like he had.     he’s gone this far into this specific side of the forest before but he’d been led back by the resident legendary dragon of the region.     where reshiram is now they haven’t a clue     /     though they’d much rather find their way back on their own,     to prove some trivial point.     ❝     my instincts tell me that we should head further ahead but make a sharp turn somewhere,     ❞     to try something new because they’ve done nothing but follow a straight line their entire way:     a nod in acknowledgement     &͟.     a few steps,     past her——     they don’t turn back to face their temporary traveling companion but the gesture they execute is a silent sign for her to follow.     ❝     pleasure to make your acquaintance.     you may call me n.     don’t you worry,     if needed i’ll have reshiram carry us out of here.     ❞     casual,     as if he were speaking of any common species of pokémon     &͟.     not one of such importance.     ❝     i can assure you we won’t die here if that’s troubling you.     ❞

the champion takes off her hat and runs her hands through her hair nervously, feeling like a complete fool at the predicament she'd gotten them in. sliding her cap back on her head, she looks at the other with a pleading look, as if begging them not to judge her failures.      ❝ i'm sorry. ❞      hearing the fact that the other trainer doesn't know how to get out of here gives her a little pit in her stomach. well, at least she hadn't been alone in not knowing. a deeply questioning look strikes her as they speak of a method of leaving. she sighs after they finish speaking.  ❝ you make a good point… ❞      gaze shifts to fall upon the different trees and underbrush scattered before the pair, and she begins to motion to walk in a direction – stopping herself half way.      ❝ i… don't think i should lead us anymore. ❞      another sigh.      ❝ for the record, if we're gonna be lost in here together – my own doing, i know – i figure i should probably know your name. mine's six. ❞

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ive been trying to work on comms im sorry im taking 837228 years its 100 degrees every day here and i have no AC and i have dogs and stuff to worry abt so i cant really turn on my pc and do things until very late into the night T_T

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"Hey, can I see your hand for a second?" Maron waits, at the very least, for a nod or gesture -- he doesn't want to startle N, after all -- gently clipping yet another bracelet around the other's wrist. Both hands hold his companion's in his own, carefully lifting it up so that they can see he'd put a bracelet on that matches his own (but in different colors; N's is beaded blue and gold, like Maron's own eyes, while Maron's beads are gray and green, reflective of N's own). "Look, we match now."

     a gift!     an unexpected one at that——     not that he ever expects gifts     &͟.     not that he regularly receives any often or at all for that matter but     …     a present,     for him,     nevertheless.     (     &͟.     from maron of all people: their giddiness is likely palpable,     the immediate shift in expression from bewilderment to unadulterated joy.     it’s subtle but the faint glint that polishes otherwise dull emerald optics illuminates them a shade brighter     /     just ever so slightly,     blink     &͟.     you’ll miss it.     )     &͟.     of all the presents it could possibly be it’s     …     a bracelet,     another to add to his collection to follow the pattern:     because the ones he currently adorns his wrists with had also been bestowed ‘pon him by figures he’d deemed important——     his elder sisters.     now another one but this time from maron.     there’s no exchanging of words,     no shift in facial expression no matter how subtle,     only the slight tinging of pink hue ‘pon face     &͟.     the mild wobble of lower lip whilst they try to keep it together.

     it takes a moment of mulling,     of inspecting     &͟.     meticulously putting two     &͟.     two together,     to attempt     &͟.     understand the choice in color palette,     why exactly he’d picked these out of all the other possible combinations in the rainbow.     the ideas fester in their mind,     many variations ‘til he thinks he might have comprehended the reasoning.

    they’re not absolutely certain but——

     ❝     i suppose we do match now,     ❞     cute     …     ❝     what’s this for?     ❞     are they forgetting some sort of holiday?     or had it meant to be spontaneous?     something done solely because the other had felt like gracing him with his presence?     either way it makes him laugh,     a mixture of genuine ebullience     &͟.     somewhere,     buried deep,     a moderate amount of bashfulness. 

     his touch is nice,     the feeling of skin ‘gainst skin——     part of him wishes he were a zorua,     or something of that nature,     so they could rest their cheek ‘gainst the palm of maron’s hand     &͟.     wag their tail at mach speed.     (     it’s comforting.     it’s pathetic.     ) 

     but he is neither a pokémon nor is he bold enough to make the concept a reality     /     maybe one day,     in the distant future.     though there’s still one glaring problem.

     ❝     i owe you now,      don’t i?     ❞     perhaps. 

     they don’t have anything physical to offer,     nothing of substance,     no physical money to exhibit their gratitude,     nothing but empty words     &͟.     coveted glances to relish in     &͟.     many a sentence that they would like to say but don’t have the courage to.     the slight canting of head,     off to either side,     much like a canine inspecting a foreign object,     the scrutinizing of his features     &͟.     the return of crooked smile,     more timid in nature than usual.     (     he needs to still his resolve,     allows the anxiety leave him via the slight differences in his facial expression     &͟.     the nervous taps of feet.     )

     it’s clumsy,     more clumsy     &͟.     unpracticed than his actions are when he isn’t being plagued by an abundance of ideations,     which is a feat to say the least,     he is clumsy     &͟.     unstable by nature     /     a ginger peck to the other's cheek whilst they stand on their tippy toes     &͟.     when that doesn’t feel like enough,     another     &͟.     another     &͟.     another,     each one followed in quick succession by a vague whimper in embarrassment because they never feel quite right     &͟.     they must get it perfect for it to feel like a proper acknowledgement of their appreciation.

     embarrassing,     mortifying,     shameful.     they can no longer look him in the eyes.     ❝     i hope——     i hope that suffices.     ❞

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lots on my mind lately and i wanted to dive into it a bit and speak about n and his views pertaining to intimacy and romance and things of that nature. it won’t be explicit but as it goes with romance there will be mentions of nsfw content so keep that in mind if you decide to read ahead.

anyway, i wanted to delve into the concept of n’s sexuality and his feelings in regards to sex and relationships. as someone who has been isolated for 99% of his life he’s never developed relationships beyond those of the realm of familial, such as the dynamics he has with his adoptive father and his adoptive sisters so he is never really given a chance to think about his sexuality much. he DOES get to think deeper about his relationship with his gender and gets to put a name to it because his sisters did actually get to live their lives before ghetsis adopted them and so they’re way more knowledgeable about such topics opposed to someone like n but- he never gets to interact with children like normal kids do so he never gets the chance to develop crushes and explore that, he primarily speaks to his adoptive sisters, abused pokémon and the sages and that’s it.

i do think that if he knew the terms he would have considered himself aroace. he knows the basics of sex and its purpose in terms of having children, i’d imagine that it’s something the sages would have to teach him as he got older right before ghetsis sent him out on his journey at 20 but he would have no urges to have children ( at least at that point. ) and so he wouldn’t care for it nor seek any of that out but that’s because he has no relationships or connections to make him think otherwise, his mind is completely changed once he develops his first crush and etc.

in the same breath though he would see sex as an insanely serious thing and the idea of having casual sexual relationships would be mortifying to him. he doesn’t care if other people do or if a future partner has had sex before dating him it’s just something that HE would never personally do. he takes it so serious, to him it’s the act of, ‘giving himself’ to someone for the first time that scares him and he doesn’t want to do something so scary and then be thrown aside or be treated like it were nothing, y’know? and the fact that he’s also transmasc adds to the fear of it because his gender dysphoria is atrociously bad and the idea of WILLINGLY wanting to be that vulnerable with someone only for them to not want to because he’s not a cis man would make him want to throw up. ( not that it would necessarily be an issue, he lets his close friends know about his gender identity beforehand which means his partner would already know before they’d even start dating but he has massive paranoia issues. ) so there’s that added layer to it if he, for some reason, wanted to have casual flings he would have to worry about transphobia.

which means that, yes, he is a raging virgin prior to any relationship ever and he understands that sex doesn’t only serve the purpose of having children and yes he is … kind of a sex pest after he gets to participate in it for the first time ( he is an incredibly sexual frustrated individual who yearns for intimacy and connections he just forces those feelings down. ) but to him it has to do with wanting some form of connection and wanting to feel loved and adored. if his partner shows any signs of wanting him in such a capacity then they WILL be getting him i fear, he is so easily swayed and he WANTS to be touched in some way.

and it’s also just natural to feel sexual attraction and he has to somewhat learn that by force. he thinks he’s better than other people for not acting like a horny freak but god forbid he develops a crush because then his thoughts start becoming plagued by the worst of the worst.

i think he’s definitely had many chances to engage in sexual situations with strangers and acquaintances because while he’s strange he is also incredibly pretty and a lot of people don’t care about his eccentricities and only about the fact that he’s a pretty man but a lot of their hints and pickup lines get lost on him because he doesn’t think anyone COULD possibly be sexually attracted to him, it never crosses his mind. rip to the people who have tried to shoot their shot and failed miserably.

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     ❝     i know,     i just——     ❞     let the anxiety consume him when under pressure:     once upon a time it had been the simplest of tasks,     to not allow the stress to plague him in its entirety,     when his mind was preoccupied by far more grueling tasks than the public’s opinion of him     &͟.     his goals,     when he’d been sent on a conquest to bring back reshiram     /     now,     even the whispers ‘tween two people within his close proximity brought about an excruciating nervousness,     far more perceptive than before,     always on high alert like some sort of prey animal.     (     because fitting into the mold of society has been harder than he’d anticipated     &͟.     he’s terrified of the unknown,     of failure.     )     still,     he’s grateful at the semblance of normalcy because with hikari     &͟.     taiyou it doesn’t feel like the weight of the world is being balanced on his shoulders,     for once     /     none of reshiram’s prophetic words or the flashbacks.

     ❝     i’m glad i didn’t ruin anything or make it any more difficult for you,     ❞     if he had he would have probably died,     figuratively,     made the long trek home to wallow in his despair in bed,     amongst his concerned pokémon.     (     not today.     )     ❝     i——     ❞     steepling of fingers,     the need to overexplain himself     &͟.     suddenly,     without warning,     a loud shriek,     one that is followed by the frantic stumble back     &͟.     the immediate downcast of gaze to observe the cause of the unexpected touch.

     oh,     it’s just mimi     …     what a humiliating overreaction.

     ❝     ah——     my apologies,     ❞     if he wasn’t embarrassed before,     he certainly is now.     ❝     i didn’t expect her to touch me.     ❞ 

" don't mention it ! it's natural to be nervous when under a lot of pressure, and even though my family and i have been running this cafe since the beginning of time, even we have our off days ... i'm proud of you, taiyou too ! you did your best, and that was more than enough. " it came easy; words flowing past her lips in offered praise with ease after watching him during work. naturally, it was expected that n felt out of place; hence, why taiyou specifically made sure he'd be committed to a brief role where he won't feel as stressed and overwhelmed as much as he would be if thrown in the front lines. ( best to take it step by step until n grew more comfortable within his own pace. )

briefly, she feels something soft brush past her leg, and while finishing up on cleaning the last of the dishes, she looks down to see it was -- mimi ! slowly shuffling over to n's leg, peering up at him with beady eyes through the cloth of her little body, the head of her pikachu imitation wobbling loosely on the side. she extends one of her tendrils out, using it to gently pat down one of n's legs, as if she too wished to share her own praises. ' kyu, kyu ! ' she coos out, making hikari giggle in endearment. " see ? mimi even thinks so too. "

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i thought i told you to stay still. + you're the one who told me to let off some steam. ( you know who this is from )

PROMPT:     ✱˚｡⋆ ↪ 𝐌𝐄𝐋𝐓 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐎 𝐌𝐄 .

     the expression they don is something akin to a pout,     the puffing of cheeks     &͟.     the concerned knitting of brows that follows the scrunch of nose,     much like the wiggle of a rabbit’s:     there’s a retort in there,     somewhere,     that they’d like to make known,     surging in their sternum but instead they offer him a pitiful glance from where they’re situated on their knees——     when they open their mouth to offer an apology the words die on their tongue near instantaneously     &͟.     they have to scramble to cup their hands ‘neath chin to keep all the excess saliva     &͟.     cum contained in one general area     /     he’d meant to swallow but it’s proven to be a difficult task     &͟.     despite his better judgement he brings an arm upwards,     to rub meticulously at the eye he’s kept shut,     heaving breaths heavy     &͟.     ragged,     tongue sticking out as if that’ll help the contents within his mouth ooze out faster without needing to spit to get the desired effect.     (     because he’s not a quitter     &͟.     only quitters spit but the drool is far too burdensome to ingest as it is.     )     ❝     m’sorry,     ❞     they must have mistimed it somewhere despite their vast experience,     pulled away far too fast     &͟.     as a result had begrudgingly allowed copious amounts of cum paint half of their face instead:     they’re damn near certain it must be in their hair too.     (     not that they care,     they’re more upset about letting it go to waste than anything else.     )

     for what it’s worth,     he’s expelled enough of the overabundance of drool that it’s no longer a difficult feat to swallow:     &͟.     so he does,    with an utmost pleased expression,     like a canine waiting for praise because he’s been such a good boy     &͟.     he wants to be rewarded for his efforts.     (     &͟.     because as much as he likes it,     enjoys being used like a toy,     like his sole purpose is to get green off——     the back of his throat rubbed raw,     sore but in a way that feels insurmountably pleasurable——     he feels as if he deserves applause for staying as still as he had,     despite the gratifying pain at every tug     &͟.     pull of his hair within the other’s grasp or how difficult it’d been to breathe at certain points.     ) 

     briefly does he turn his head downwards,     fixates on palms     &͟.     watches whilst the mixture of drool     &͟.     other fluids seep out from ‘tween their fingers     &͟.     unto the wooden floor:     messy     &͟.     soiled.     &͟.     yet,     when his gaze returns upwards once more he appears every bit eager,     regardless of how badly his knees ache or how sore his jaw is     /     puppy-esque in nature.     ❝     again,     ❞     the faint flutter of eyelashes whilst he refuses to break eye contact     &͟.     the glimpse of an overly coquettish smile despite the hoarseness of his voice,     though he continues his attempts at appearing demure,     as if kissing away the string of saliva that keeps them connected doesn’t break that illusion,     the gentle     &͟.     short-lived press of lips ‘gainst every inch of his weeping cock that they can reach without exuding too much effort.      (     when he pulls back after a faint nuzzle it’s to the feeling of his cheek soaked in his own drool     &͟.     saliva     /     it only ignites the fervor ever further.     )

     ❝     i’ll be better this time,     ❞     more obedient,     regardless of the ache because he’s nothing if not eager to please     &͟.     there’s nowhere he’d rather be than on his knees for his boyfriend,     mindlessly drooling     &͟.     ecstatic.     ❝     i’ll be good.     just for you.     i’ll make up for it.     yeah?     ❞

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by ベルちぁん

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pkmn fandom is full of the dumbest ppl in the world who just parrot shit they hear but havent even seen themselves bc why do i constantly see that stupid “n pushed white off the ferris wheel” comment whenever anything pokespe related comes up he didnt even move like at all LMFAO and if u actually READ the manga instead of repeating bs ppl say just to say it then ud know that she literally just got hurt from the shock of her tepig picking n over her and she jumped out n did NOOOOOOOT push her

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if you don't quiet down, everyone out there will know what we're doing.

PROMPT:     ✱˚｡⋆ ↪ 𝐌𝐄𝐋𝐓 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐎 𝐌𝐄 .

     i want them to,     dies halfway through its elicitation,     the measly,     ‘i want’     the only audible portion of the sentence whilst they struggle to regain their footing after the vague stumble ‘gainst the wall of the cramped restroom——     dirty,     unclean,     unbecoming,     the grimy washroom to a shoddy restaurant they’d decided to visit in celebration:      &͟.     he can hardly remember what the point of their festivities had been in the first place,     when the warmth of her index     &͟.     middle fingers force whimper after whimper out of his person as he leans his back ‘gainst the sink,     arms shaking,     digits nearly ghost white with the strength used to keep himself upright amidst the trembling of his legs,     vision blurry,     countenance burning with the intensity of the blush that paints it a stark red.     it’s humiliating,     to be torn asunder by the simple curling motion of digits,     of that self assured expression she wears because she knows better than anyone what it takes to break him apart,     to have him begging     &͟.     pleading to be used,     to be treated like some toy:     his past self would feel ashamed to see himself grovel for the simplest of fleeting touches,     his current self couldn’t possibly give less of a shit,     mind mush     &͟.     preoccupied by the wanton need to have her go ever further,     the furrow of brow,     the scrunch of nose     &͟.     whiny sigh after whiny sigh with every scissoring motion of her digits.

     the harsh light of the bathroom paints everything a sickly yellow hue     &͟.     even then,     despite it all,     she still looks pretty as ever:     his elise.

     ❝     more,     ❞     as if there’s more to give,     as if he isn’t already being precariously greedy by pushing back ‘gainst her fingers     &͟.     her palm,     leveraging the steadiness of the sink to refrain from slipping     &͟.     falling whilst he does everything in his power to essentially ride the feeling of her digits,     teeth gritted,     disheveled in every possible form.     ❝     more,     please,     ❞     uncharacteristically whiny     &͟.     pathetic,     fraying at the seams in a fashion only she has ever bear witness to——     it’s hardly enough,     not what he needs to satiate the burning need within stomach     &͟.     yet,     if she stops,     he thinks he might just lose his mind,     kneel at her feet     &͟.     beg for her touch,     because she knows his body more than he even knows it himself,     knows exactly what buttons to push to ruin him beyond repair,     her metaphorical midas touch.

     ❝     please,     i’ve been a good boy,     ❞     on his best behavior,     that in itself should warrant more,     should it not?     the end of his dress shirt is pulled upwards     &͟.     taken ’twixt teeth,     in order to allow her a better view without obstruction     &͟.     so that the fabric doesn’t continue to get in her way or deter her from the end goal:     breath ragged,     the dramatic rise     &͟.     fall of chest     &͟.     that miserable pleading look,     akin to a puppy that’s just been kicked,     tail ‘tween its legs.     ❝     another finger,     ❞     two even if she truly thinks he deserves that much.     ❝     please.     ❞

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big brother how do I tell my crush I like them

     ❝     trick question     ...     you don’t.     ❞

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Ok this may sound like I’m messing with you, but I promise I’m not. I was recently diagnosed with a disease called cryoaudiovascularmalexia. Basically if I don’t get enough blood flow to my ears, they will slowly freeze and fall off, and it will spread to my inner ear and brain. There is no cure for it, except one. I need to constantly warm my ears and the only material that is soft enough is the inner thighs of a pretty boy, so I need you to sit on my face for medical reasons.

… ?

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can i get N pregnant

sure whatever

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I'm sorry my stupid gay tail started wagging when I saw you. I'll go .

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look how pretty you are when you're about to come. / taiyou oop

PROMPT:     ✱˚｡⋆ ↪ 𝐌𝐄𝐋𝐓 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐎 𝐌𝐄 .

     pretty.     any other situation     &͟.     the comment would have brought about the internal struggle of embarrassment,     the flush of crimson to the tips of otherwise pale ears     &͟.     the utterance of denial because he’s not——     he’s not pretty,     nothing but rot on the inside     &͟.     a head full of misgivings     /     far from the beautiful adjectives that frequently fell from taiyou’s mouth,     effortlessly     &͟.     earnest. 

     pretty.     he would laugh if he could,     instead the sound that takes its place is a pleading whimper,     vision bleary,     obscured by the nonstop flow of tears     &͟.     the breathy gasps in the form of sharp hiccups:     certainly he can’t look that pretty,     not when he’s drooling all over himself the way he is,     crying     &͟.     pleading for the promise of much needed release——     the palms pressed ‘gainst the taller’s back tremble,     where his fingernails dig harshly into the exposed skin,     back arched,     hair disheveled     /     he’ll apologize later,     for the onslaught of red streaks he’s leaving ‘gainst the skin his fingernails can reach,     scarlet     &͟.     raw like the mauling of an ursaring,     frantic     &͟.     desperate to bring him in closer,     somehow,     in some way,     despite the already close proximity.     (     because how much closer can taiyou get when he’s already fully inside of him?     when each slow,     agonizing thrust has him begging for mercy     &͟.     at the same time,     pleading for more,     more,     more.     )

     ❝     m’sorry,     ❞     because taiyou must be so tired,     so exhausted after his trip,     after his arrival from a departure that had occurred a month prior,     a torturous amount of time spent away from the man who’s attention n yearned for the most——     the second he’d stepped foot through the door n had pounced,     much like the stalking of a shrew by a feline,     poised     &͟.     ready to strike:     a kiss that had led to two,     three,     tongue     &͟.     the exchange of spit     &͟.     the coy giggles of a man usually mortified by such devious circumstances,     enamored enough to force back the timidity for a moment of respite.     one thing had led to another     &͟.     suddenly n had found himself partially undressed,     back to the bed,     head framed by the soft plushness of the pillows     &͟.     hands covering his visage flushed a bright red to hide his embarrassment from the other whilst he pushed into him,     his breaths whiny     &͟.     harsh because he’d decided to welcome him home the best way he knew how. 

     ❝     mn     …     feels so——     ah!     ❞     good:     the burn,     the dull pain of his body compensating in order to handle the throbbing stretch——     so ridiculously wet that every thrust sends shivers straight down his spine,     equal parts from the intensity of the sensations     &͟.     how pleasurable it is to withstand the roll of taiyou’s hips ‘gainst his own     &͟.     how devastatingly mortifying the sound is.     (     it’s natural,    an indicator of his sexual arousal     &͟.     how skilled of a job the other is doing but it doesn’t help dissipate the burning humiliation.     )     every minute shift feels as if he’s seeing stars,     head spinning,    can barely breathe with the fervor of his inhaling     &͟.     exhaling,    the rapid rise     &͟.     fall of his chest.

     ❝     wait,     m’gonna     …     ❞     the removal of a hand from the fervent scratching at the other’s back so that he can reach ‘tween their forms     &͟.     wrap lithe digits ‘round the taller’s wrist     /     a feeble attempt to stop him from continuing the circular motions of the pad of his thumb where the stimulation of the bundle of nerves where their bodies connect causes the subconscious buck of hips——     the harsh clenching ‘round him in order to stave off the ever approaching orgasm     &͟.     the frantic shake of head as if that’ll somehow stop his advancing release.

     because he wants to get off,     he does,    there is nothing he wants more but the sore stretch of taiyou’s cock is addicting,     even more so with the newfound sexual frustration that was enduring the torture of the lack of his lover’s presence because he’s somewhat like a rabbit,     like clockwork,     begging     &͟.     begging for the experienced touch of taiyou’s long fingers,     or his mouth or anything to satiate the need to be touched.     (     &͟.     he always reciprocates without fail or delay,     much like an eager puppy,     always ecstatic to put his lack of gag reflex to good use or offer a hand     /     both figuratively     &͟.     literally.     )

     ❝     i don’t wanna——     i don’t wanna,     not——     not yet——     ❞     a whiny sigh     &͟.     the craning of neck so taiyou can leave his mark there,     where the flesh is exposed,     the blemishes he’d left before his departure no longer plaguing the skin.     ❝     bite me——     bite me,     please.     ❞