[ Oh, the eyes are always watching, catalogueing every little reaction Maruki has to every little movement. So even if the teeth weren't returned, Akira would know to bring his down again just like this. ]

I want...

[ Separation just for a moment, to get a thought out, fighting against the urge to kiss and to bite, ]

To pin you down.

[ To lap, to taste, ]

Get nice and comfortable on top of you,

[ To thread fingers through the hair at the back of Maruki's skull and grip with perhaps a little too much force, smiling wide, skin to skin, ]

And ride you until we both forget our names.