@feliisfortuna sent : C H O M P! ❛ mark -neck. :}c ( from. )
apparently, baizhu wasn't paying enough attention to kou for his liking, or maybe he would have opted to bully him like this regardless ( either seemed likely, to be frank ). the wanwen bookhouse had new arrivals of myth and history — and ancient medicine; there is always something to learn from the past. he became absorbed in what was supposed to be casual research the majority of the day: afternoon withered and twilight bloomed in its place, the harbor below the pharmacy steps painted in the rose - gold glory of sunset. changsheng had abandoned her post around his shoulders to slither to a counter where sun shined in warmly through a window, and napped beneath its beam.
it was then he became aware of hands traveling his body, sliding over whatever exposed skin they could find. it tickled, at first, but then warmed him very quickly, and baizhu felt his face flooding with rose.
"mm, just give me a moment longer, a-kou —" but then, a mouth tracing his neck, breath tickling him. his lips felt pleasant as always —
until they didn't. until teeth, wicked sharp, sank into the thin skin there. baizhu's body tensed, spine going straight and rigid, and something of a gasp ( half gasp, half moan, honestly ) was sucked into his throat, then quieted by his own mouth snapping shut as he tried to ride off the sting. if it was baizhu's attention he wanted, he certainly got it.
"behave," he hissed, although it came out more shameful than a scolding should, "what would my patients think if they saw teeth marks on me? hmm?"
although, he had such a reputation with them, he doubted their minds would ever wander to this.
