I'm lucky you want to be mine, then. Still counts.
[He knows, vaguely, what he's in for when his hand is guided to the scarring that pockmarks Kakyoin's abdomen; he remembers the eerie smoothness that runs into a rough ridged edge where flesh begins again. And that's precisely what he feels when his hand moves there now, only this time they're not going to linger on touch alone. This time he's going to see it, too.]
You shoved Hierophant down my throat and noodled him around between my muscle fibers. That was weird.
[He moves his hand a little, looking for that ridge of tough skin again, wanting to stimulate it with his fingertips once he comes across it so that Kakyoin can better feel his touch.]
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[He knows, vaguely, what he's in for when his hand is guided to the scarring that pockmarks Kakyoin's abdomen; he remembers the eerie smoothness that runs into a rough ridged edge where flesh begins again. And that's precisely what he feels when his hand moves there now, only this time they're not going to linger on touch alone. This time he's going to see it, too.]
You shoved Hierophant down my throat and noodled him around between my muscle fibers. That was weird.
[He moves his hand a little, looking for that ridge of tough skin again, wanting to stimulate it with his fingertips once he comes across it so that Kakyoin can better feel his touch.]
It...goes all the way through, yeah...?