[But he approves, and it's apparent; he finishes slowly, winding back down again from biting to nibbling to gently soothing the wounded skin with his tongue, careful and sweet. And of course kisses follow, one after another, like apologies for even the faintest of sting that was necessary to leave his mark there to begin with.]
Not for yourself. I already believe it; now it's your turn.
[He lifts his head up a little, nosing higher on Kakyoin's neck, before returning back down to the bruise and kissing it again.]
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[But he approves, and it's apparent; he finishes slowly, winding back down again from biting to nibbling to gently soothing the wounded skin with his tongue, careful and sweet. And of course kisses follow, one after another, like apologies for even the faintest of sting that was necessary to leave his mark there to begin with.]
Not for yourself. I already believe it; now it's your turn.
[He lifts his head up a little, nosing higher on Kakyoin's neck, before returning back down to the bruise and kissing it again.]
See? You must be mine. You've got my mark on you.