[ A part of Ginger thinks he may be downplaying his possessiveness too much. Should he tell Mika that there was this… satisfaction in him, lurking behind the sadness and rage, when he told the others he would be taking Mika?
Or would Mika have realized this already? He’s in Ginger’s room, in Ginger’s bed. He trusts Ginger.
But Ginger can only be trusted to be himself - and what does that even mean? Does that guarantee that he’ll always put Mika first like he wants? When… when earlier, he had gone for Khun first. He wants to think it would have been different had there not been any healers, had he not seen Mika fuse himself back together, mending like a perfect stitch.
But that’s foolish (and yes, he’s a fool of the worst kind. Greedy, greedy. Selfish demon.) - because it wasn’t perfect this time. ]
… I don’t know if I can bite you. [ What he says, but he’s already crowding Mika. Nosing down his cheek to his neck. Biting is… a little too much for him. He wants to cherish Mika. ] Please… tell me what you want. What can I do for you?
[ What he knows, what he’s learned is… to search first with a hint of teeth. Next, when he hits the perfect spot, his tongue joins, lapping up skin along the raised texture of Mika’s scar. Slow and intentional, his foggy brain remembers. Then, at the edge of the scar, he presses his lips flushed against skin - warm from him? - and sucks gently. Then more insistently.
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Or would Mika have realized this already? He’s in Ginger’s room, in Ginger’s bed. He trusts Ginger.
But Ginger can only be trusted to be himself - and what does that even mean? Does that guarantee that he’ll always put Mika first like he wants? When… when earlier, he had gone for Khun first. He wants to think it would have been different had there not been any healers, had he not seen Mika fuse himself back together, mending like a perfect stitch.
But that’s foolish (and yes, he’s a fool of the worst kind. Greedy, greedy. Selfish demon.) - because it wasn’t perfect this time. ]
… I don’t know if I can bite you. [ What he says, but he’s already crowding Mika. Nosing down his cheek to his neck. Biting is… a little too much for him. He wants to cherish Mika. ] Please… tell me what you want. What can I do for you?
[ What he knows, what he’s learned is… to search first with a hint of teeth. Next, when he hits the perfect spot, his tongue joins, lapping up skin along the raised texture of Mika’s scar. Slow and intentional, his foggy brain remembers. Then, at the edge of the scar, he presses his lips flushed against skin - warm from him? - and sucks gently. Then more insistently.
Familiar? He learned from Mika. ]