[With Yuki being so pliant, Momo takes his time, gives the process the appreciation and consideration he thinks that every part of Yuki deserves. He plays against that tongue when it comes to meet his, tasting, perhaps even drawing it towards his own mouth here and there, but he lets it go in the end each time to go back to his search. He adjusts himself here and there, lets his teeth push a little rough and unpredictable after that catch of breath, wanting to hear more. The knowledge, feeling and sound sparking between them that Yuki is comfortable, even enjoying himself, is only further temptation, and it takes some time for him to be satisfied that he's not only mapped the surfaces, but mapped an acceptable number of Yuki's small and intimate sounds. Things nobody else but Momo will ever hear from him, that are between them alone, thoughts that make him want to press in further, take more, find out what other new and secret sounds Yuki is keeping in him.
But Yuki's permissiveness is a reminder of the state he's in, and he doesn't want to test the limits of his energy when they don't even know how long the wake of the possession is going to linger. So there's a rather palpable moment where Momo's hand curls a little tighter in Yuki's hair for a fleeting moment...and then lets go, Momo's fangs dragging against his lip once more before he reluctantly breaks the kiss. He can feel the flush in his cheeks, and he holds the back of a hand against it as he straightens up a little.]
...We should eat, right? [He's talking himself into it as much as anything else, which is likely proof positive that Yuki's thought about the restraint it's taken for him to maintain that slower pace and lighter contact was correct.]
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alas momo is too worried abt yuki's condition to go harder
But Yuki's permissiveness is a reminder of the state he's in, and he doesn't want to test the limits of his energy when they don't even know how long the wake of the possession is going to linger. So there's a rather palpable moment where Momo's hand curls a little tighter in Yuki's hair for a fleeting moment...and then lets go, Momo's fangs dragging against his lip once more before he reluctantly breaks the kiss. He can feel the flush in his cheeks, and he holds the back of a hand against it as he straightens up a little.]
...We should eat, right? [He's talking himself into it as much as anything else, which is likely proof positive that Yuki's thought about the restraint it's taken for him to maintain that slower pace and lighter contact was correct.]