( This close, Bruce can feel every way the smaller body beneath him moves. The arch of that back is met with a smooth roll of Bruce's own hips, a silent display of one of the many ways he plans to fuck Miyano. And his tail never stops or relents in the way it explores. A slow but firm touch that drags that spade over Miya's balls and slowly drags itself over the base of his cock. )

Is it? ( He counters smoothly, hand flexing once more as his tongue slips out, hot and wet in the way it traces the shell of his ear. The wet touch is followed by a graze of teeth, and there's another rock of his hips against the bare ass. ) How is it different, Miyano? That you want to want to present your untouched body for me to ravage as I please?

( He can't read Miyano's mind, but he can sense that growing want. A need the teen has for him thanks to that symbol on his stomach that even now is likely starting to warm, to make sure Miya never forgets who is touching him. That something like him is here about to claim him.

Hand moving from Miya's throat to instead curve under his jaw and turn his head, Bruce leans close, their lips hovering close, eyes gleaming. ) Tell me what you want, Miyano. ( The order passes his lips, and he closes the distance between their mouths. He kisses the other slow and deep, tongue pressing through any resistance from those lips to slide their tongues against one another. Letting himself feel and explore the wet heat of his mouth, his own saliva with a twinge of sweetness and magic that will make his sacrifice feel more sensitive and desperate for his touch. )