[The fearful sounds torn from Miyano's throat only intensify as the -- creature, monster, demon moves forward, lithe and predatory. Maybe this is how it happens instead, maybe he's torn apart by an otherworldly creature, long claws and sharp teeth and ferocious appetite. He can't do anything about it, has already strained until his wrists and ankles are bruised and chafed bloody.
Still, Miya flinches when he feels the huge, hot hand settle onto his stomach, squeezing his teary eyes shut and breathing shakily. His hands curl into fists, uselessly, held firmly in place, and he waits for the pain, waits to be slashed open. But there's no pain, just the weight of the hand resting on his midsection, over the painted symbol.
It's a cold night, and the cool air has Miyano's whole body shivering, goosebumps rising across his bared arms and chest. The demon is warm, and he feels a strange longing to be closer, to be touched more. Inexplicable, insane. He should be scared out of his mind, not feeling a sense of loss when that hand moves away.
But then there are fingers nudging at his lips, and Miyano doesn't think before opening his mouth, something -- the symbols, maybe -- compelling him to obey. He lets the demon slide his fingers inside, whines around them, eyes wide and teary and fixed on the shadowy face.]
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Still, Miya flinches when he feels the huge, hot hand settle onto his stomach, squeezing his teary eyes shut and breathing shakily. His hands curl into fists, uselessly, held firmly in place, and he waits for the pain, waits to be slashed open. But there's no pain, just the weight of the hand resting on his midsection, over the painted symbol.
It's a cold night, and the cool air has Miyano's whole body shivering, goosebumps rising across his bared arms and chest. The demon is warm, and he feels a strange longing to be closer, to be touched more. Inexplicable, insane. He should be scared out of his mind, not feeling a sense of loss when that hand moves away.
But then there are fingers nudging at his lips, and Miyano doesn't think before opening his mouth, something -- the symbols, maybe -- compelling him to obey. He lets the demon slide his fingers inside, whines around them, eyes wide and teary and fixed on the shadowy face.]