[He feels like the idiot. Or that they're both idiots. Like often, there's no conviction behind what he's saying. The tension leaves his shoulders when Haru goes to kiss him, because Dylas has no idea that he's going to go for it right then.
He's expecting something gentle and, if he'd convinced Haru, some sort of...more meaningful moment for it later. He's not sure how it works. Instead, the tension returns all at once; he's never let Haru feed on him, and it's not a painless sensation. He digs both hands into him wherever he can, a pained, choked sound forcing its way past his lips—]
Keep going?!
[Look, he has no idea how this works, but he doesn't want Haru to get the wrong idea.]
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[He feels like the idiot. Or that they're both idiots. Like often, there's no conviction behind what he's saying. The tension leaves his shoulders when Haru goes to kiss him, because Dylas has no idea that he's going to go for it right then.
He's expecting something gentle and, if he'd convinced Haru, some sort of...more meaningful moment for it later. He's not sure how it works. Instead, the tension returns all at once; he's never let Haru feed on him, and it's not a painless sensation. He digs both hands into him wherever he can, a pained, choked sound forcing its way past his lips—]
Keep going?!
[Look, he has no idea how this works, but he doesn't want Haru to get the wrong idea.]