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Rin is greedy; Isagi has to pin him down with all his strength—which, well, Rin’s still bigger, so—just to escape the snapping of his jaw. It rushes in his blood so hot he’s scared his body will evaporate under it, so hot like nothing he’s ever felt before.
That’s why it’s this. That’s why it’s him.
Rin with the blazing eyes, Rin with the sharp teeth and the flickering tongue, Rin with the grabbing fingers and the blunt nails that still try to claw to the best of their abilities. Isagi is greedy, too. This, right here, this battle, makes him feel like nothing else in the world, higher than anything, and Isagi is greedy, too. That’s why it’s this.
“Quit biting,” he complains, anyway, but once they’re past this point, Rin is beyond trivial matters such as human speech, so it’s not like it matters.
Rin’s skin is hot under Isagi’s mouth, feverish, muscles twitching right under it. Somehow manages to be so goddamn soft that it has always vexed Isagi, and the guy doesn’t even use any special lotions or any bullshit like that, Isagi checked! So why is it like that!
It burns everywhere. Isagi’s mouth is too wet, but Rin’s the one who’s drooling everywhere, so.
Rin’s the one who keeps yanking at Isagi, too, and this time, he almost manages to make him lose his balance; Isagi sucks in a sharp breath, presses his forearm firmly into Rin’s collarbone, which has proven safest with the advantage of being literally on top of him. One would think that’d be enough for Rin, but he’s so greedy, and Isagi’s so greedy, too. It’s the only way this coexistence works, he supposes. There are Rin’s fingers twisted in Isagi’s shirt, pulling him closer, closer, closer as if trying to claw him to pieces, and Rin’s jaw snapping shut around nothing, as if, well, trying to tear him to pieces.
Stop it, lies at the tip of Isagi’s tongue, because he’s the reasonable one out of the two of them, but he supposes if that was entirely true, he wouldn’t be here right now, on the bed, with not even a football in the room (though, well, there’s one in the corner, actually, he’s pretty sure). If that was entirely true, he wouldn’t feel this pulsing fever.
Instead, he slams his arm down hard. Instead, Rin makes a choking noise; keeps his head in place for long enough that Isagi can descend down onto him and devour.
Or something. Sometimes, off-pitch, Isagi feels insane with it, but then Rin’s tugging at him again, then Rin’s making such a noise when Isagi bites him, so.
Kissing Rin—Rin’d probably start hissing if Isagi called it that out loud—had taken gotten used to given how it always feels like dropping into a vortex of clawing and fighting and coming out on top, but that’s what everything with Rin is like, isn’t it? And everything worth doing, too.
So.