the blood you bleed is just the blood you owe

you should know, that i'm a ticking time bomb

and you're getting close

He growls to her just as she had hoped, and when the feeling begins to burn again, she’s already moving. His hand at her neck is swept away with a hitch of his breath, clamping to his wrists and moving them — and he doesn’t fight back, not as he feels her slide against him and push him down. He’s far too interested to see where she goes with this, and happily with his wrists not under his own control, falls back onto the table with a sound of a thud and his heartbeat thundering in his ears.

This is different from when Hotaru had cuffed him to the bed. This time both hands are immobile, connected above his head and he can feel the pressure of the invisible barriers as he arches his spine and pushes against them. A feline smirk crossing his face when he realizes she’s not going to let up.

And then she’s climbing over him, and his gaze seeks hers out again, pupils blown wide and his steel eyes dark with wanton need and lust. He shifts on the table a small amount to give her move room, the clawed hands flexing and clenching, horns sprouting from his skull as he leans back for her — waiting in palpable anticipation for what comes next.

so better watch your step, because i'm about to blow

and where the pieces land i guess we'll never know

SuNJATA