( After a moment of this, his Watch rings out in the acceptance of his tongue as an object, but Esikko can't hear it over the pounding of his own heart in his ears. It's rare that he's able to indulge in something like this, even rarer that he's offered it rather than having to carve a space for himself, and the feeling of that groan around his tongue is enough to make him hungry for more.
His fingers dig deeper into his grip on Makoto's shoulder, and his other arm winds around him, braces a hand against the back of his neck so that he can lick deeper still. When he parts his lips to exhale hot against the splitting skin of his neck, he pushes his body forward along with it, forcing the both of them into a step as his teeth graze gently, a threatening tension against something so delicate.
It's in that moment that he remembers himself, that he withdraws his tongue to lick the blood from his own lips, pulling back in slow reluctance.
Well, he pulls back, but he doesn't quite want to move away. Even when he pulls one hand back to wipe at his face, eyes sliding to the side, the one on Makoto's shoulder remains, his grip loosening into a gentle touch. )
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His fingers dig deeper into his grip on Makoto's shoulder, and his other arm winds around him, braces a hand against the back of his neck so that he can lick deeper still. When he parts his lips to exhale hot against the splitting skin of his neck, he pushes his body forward along with it, forcing the both of them into a step as his teeth graze gently, a threatening tension against something so delicate.
It's in that moment that he remembers himself, that he withdraws his tongue to lick the blood from his own lips, pulling back in slow reluctance.
Well, he pulls back, but he doesn't quite want to move away. Even when he pulls one hand back to wipe at his face, eyes sliding to the side, the one on Makoto's shoulder remains, his grip loosening into a gentle touch. )