[ blood his fingers and he only pauses for a moment to lick the pad of his thumb, bright red disappearing under his pale tongue. a mirror of the gesture of his dearest friend, the bite to stifle the giggling—taken, copied and made into his own. ]
You forgot to say 'quiz'. [ he points out, voice mild and he feels that palm flat against his spine, and it makes him rigid— he will not let the other set him off balance, he's almost done with the stitches. the burning sensation of that treacherous touch is not allowed to cause him hesitation.
the last pierce of the flesh is done, he pulls the thread all the way. makes a small knot at the end before leaning in close, warm breath ghosting over bare skin — a nip of teeth as he bites the thread. ]
tw; all of the above
You forgot to say 'quiz'. [ he points out, voice mild and he feels that palm flat against his spine, and it makes him rigid— he will not let the other set him off balance, he's almost done with the stitches. the burning sensation of that treacherous touch is not allowed to cause him hesitation.
the last pierce of the flesh is done, he pulls the thread all the way. makes a small knot at the end before leaning in close, warm breath ghosting over bare skin — a nip of teeth as he bites the thread. ]