[he all but purrs at that, shoving right back agains him. the contact, the aggression, the familiar adrenaline high— it's like a fight, only without injury, without any terrible consequences if he wins or loses. better than a fight, he decides as he bites at the other's lips again, trying to get his mouth open.
the faint feeling of those hands on his back is good, too— until the fingers of KaITO's right hand catch at something low on his back that isn't flesh or stitches, and Kaito chokes and jerks away like he's been burned. he grabs at the offending arm to pull it away.]
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the faint feeling of those hands on his back is good, too— until the fingers of KaITO's right hand catch at something low on his back that isn't flesh or stitches, and Kaito chokes and jerks away like he's been burned. he grabs at the offending arm to pull it away.]
—not there.