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坂本龍馬 sakamoto ryouma ([personal profile] kaientai) wrote2022-03-04 10:08 am
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noooo worries!!!

[personal profile] threateningly 2022-09-06 04:21 am (UTC)(link)
[Sannan can flirt later. He probably will. No fishing needed. He's surprised himself with how easily he relates to Ryouma when in his world they might as well have killed each other with their own bare hands. There's just something effortless about their banter that sets Sannan less on edge than he is with some people here.

The situation at hand calls for Sannan's polite silence for a moment, biting back curiosity about the very nature of Ryouma's current existence. It wouldn't do to grill him when he's about to do this. Their eyes meet, and the expectation in his gaze is hard for Sannan to miss. Even though there's nothing inherently good about how much he's also anticipating this, his curiosity sparkles back just as his eyes blink red. It's unnatural, the way the color drains from his hair when the faintest scent of blood hits him, but his self control is incredible. For all that he's held himself back today, he still has it in him to not pounce or lunge.

Instead, he contemplates the best position for this ever so briefly, and settles for kneeling on the couch beside Ryouma. Lowering his head, tucking his hair back behind one ear with a trembling hand, he uses his last shreds of self control to maintain dignity. Then his tongue runs over the thickening line of blood and that self control takes a steep dive out of his mind. He shivers slightly as he makes the initial effort to lap up what's already made itself freely available on Ryouma's skin.]
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[personal profile] threateningly 2022-09-26 01:32 am (UTC)(link)
Mmm.

[It's a rough, low sound of acknowledgement, and all Ryouma is getting for a moment as Sannan does the customary wrestling with his self-control. Blood is still so associated with war and death that it kick starts a carefully held-back urge to destroy every time he does this. That might be why he's wisely trying to stick to only people who he knows could force him back--and who would rebuff him as needed.

He can feel his own pulse quickening, his breath coming in shallow, barely controlled gulps. There's... a problem here, and that problem is that Ryouma's blood tastes surprisingly satisfying. Sannan doesn't even bother with dignity for much longer, dropping pretense and simply drinking greedily from the cut. The relief shows in the way he slowly begins to relax, the way one of his hands brushes Ryouma's before planting on his thigh as well.

Once the initial rush of relief and satisfaction passes, he settles his other hand on the back of Ryouma's head, digging into his hair and tipping his head away with gentle firmness.]
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[personal profile] threateningly 2022-09-27 10:09 pm (UTC)(link)
[The hakama can't save him. Sannan is vaguely aware of that increased heartrate, every movement of the man beneath him firing off a little warning signal in his mind. It's difficult to control himself, to remember that this is a favor when his mind tries to scream that this is prey, but he's used to it. He's used to holding back and taking only what he absolutely needs to stay sane.

Yet he wonders if he could push those boundaries with Ryouma. He keeps taking blood from people who aren't strictly human, and every time it makes him slip into a conveniently heightened state, like he's reminded that he's taking from his own kind and not simply drinking to survive. It's a push and pull that he doesn't really process entirely, but more feels as primal instincts while he's doing this.

He needs a better angle, and he breaks away with a languid, somehow marginally dignified lap at Ryouma's skin. Then, thoughtless, he shifts to straddle Ryouma's thighs. The errant hand grips the kimono at Ryouma's chest, right over his heart, but the other stays in his hair, almost caressing.

When he speaks, there's a dark, noticeable shake to his voice.]


You taste like nothing I've ever had before.