[When Dirk does that, sucks a bruise onto Natsume's neck and pins his hand above his head, there's definitely a sound. Not an angry one, or even an annoyed one -- actually, to be frank, it's a needy one, the kind that makes the boy blush crimson to hear it.
Dirk sits up, and it takes Natsume a beat to actually focus on him, eyes hazy, breath coming in quick, shaky puffs. The mild threat to restrain his hands should just annoy him, but instead it sends a lightning-sharp pulse of wanting, right down his spine and between his legs. Natsume shakes his head, hair tangling against the grass.
Then, soft and a little petulant:] You just did stop.
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Dirk sits up, and it takes Natsume a beat to actually focus on him, eyes hazy, breath coming in quick, shaky puffs. The mild threat to restrain his hands should just annoy him, but instead it sends a lightning-sharp pulse of wanting, right down his spine and between his legs. Natsume shakes his head, hair tangling against the grass.
Then, soft and a little petulant:] You just did stop.