[Giovanni knows exactly what he's doing, as he tilts his neck to show off the pale skin there. Kuro swallows tightly, teeth clenched so hard for a moment that his fangs dig into the inside of his lips.
He hated drinking blood. But Giovanni-- he'd taken something Kuro found disgusting and turned it into something else entirely, and Kuro had yet to figure out how to handle it.
The pet name itself should be demeaning, and yet the diminutive of it felt bizarrely affectionate, in a twisted way. He was centuries older than Giovanni, and yet it still brought heat to his cheeks.
fuck.
He reaches out, grabbing Giovanni's shirtfront now with both trembling hands, tugging him back into the hallway they'd just passed through.]
J...Just don't get us thrown out.
[That's as much permission as he can stutter out, right now. He doesn't care anymore where they do it, just that they did.]
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He hated drinking blood. But Giovanni-- he'd taken something Kuro found disgusting and turned it into something else entirely, and Kuro had yet to figure out how to handle it.
The pet name itself should be demeaning, and yet the diminutive of it felt bizarrely affectionate, in a twisted way. He was centuries older than Giovanni, and yet it still brought heat to his cheeks.
fuck.
He reaches out, grabbing Giovanni's shirtfront now with both trembling hands, tugging him back into the hallway they'd just passed through.]
J...Just don't get us thrown out.
[That's as much permission as he can stutter out, right now. He doesn't care anymore where they do it, just that they did.]