You're about the only person I can't even argue with on this...
[It's a guilty admission, because he can't. This wasn't charity, or some self-sacrificial act of generosity. He wasn't some overly giving guy sticking his neck out (literally) to keep Kuro fed.
Giovanni wanted this because he got just as much out of it as Kuro did, and therein all Kuro's arguments died. It felt good for the both of them.
He groans as Giovanni grinds against him, burying his face against the shorter man's neck as sparks of heat and pleasure build in his gut. Even if he had protests to give, he wouldn't be able to-- he wanted this, as guilty as it made him feel.
In lieu of an answer, he sinks his teeth back into Giovanni's neck-- harder this time, hard enough that if he jerked his head in the right way, he'd no doubt tear out his throat.
Not that he plans to. But the deeper the bite the more the blood flowed, and he could feel how Giovanni enjoyed it in that blood itself. His grip on Giovanni grinds against bone, some of that inhuman strength he usually keeps carefully tucked away easing out as he drinks deep, tongue darting into the wound to draw out every drop.
All the while Kuro's hips press tightly against him, his own arousal rubbing against Giovanni's own.]
no subject
[It's a guilty admission, because he can't. This wasn't charity, or some self-sacrificial act of generosity. He wasn't some overly giving guy sticking his neck out (literally) to keep Kuro fed.
Giovanni wanted this because he got just as much out of it as Kuro did, and therein all Kuro's arguments died. It felt good for the both of them.
He groans as Giovanni grinds against him, burying his face against the shorter man's neck as sparks of heat and pleasure build in his gut. Even if he had protests to give, he wouldn't be able to-- he wanted this, as guilty as it made him feel.
In lieu of an answer, he sinks his teeth back into Giovanni's neck-- harder this time, hard enough that if he jerked his head in the right way, he'd no doubt tear out his throat.
Not that he plans to. But the deeper the bite the more the blood flowed, and he could feel how Giovanni enjoyed it in that blood itself. His grip on Giovanni grinds against bone, some of that inhuman strength he usually keeps carefully tucked away easing out as he drinks deep, tongue darting into the wound to draw out every drop.
All the while Kuro's hips press tightly against him, his own arousal rubbing against Giovanni's own.]