[Shang Qinghua bruises somewhat easily anyway, though it doesn't seem to deter him at all. If anything, that rough and bruising kiss only makes him more excited. His tongue slides against Rokurou's, enthusiastic and open, willing. He tries to chase his mouth when he pulls back, darkened eyes finally settling on the handcuffs, watching him break the links easily. It makes him laugh, and if they're doing that, he'll just direct a thread of pale blue spiritual energy to unlock the half of the set of cuffs still hanging around his wrist, letting it fall away to be forgotten.] Ah, we've been on the same page all along, huh?
[His tease trails off in a gasp as teeth sink into his throat, the sting making him moan and arch up against his partner, wanting that contact, wanting more. When he looks down, catches sight of those hungry eyes looking up at him, he draws in a breath. It's the first time he's really seen the eye hidden behind his hair, the red color of it, an obvious demonic trait. It is... so far from a dealbreaker.
He brings a hand up, touches the pads of his fingers to that mottled darkness around his eye, his touch gentle as he brushes his bangs aside. Shang Qinghua is flushed, his eyes dark and riveted, and he smiles wide at the question.]
likewise :'D february has been a month...
[His tease trails off in a gasp as teeth sink into his throat, the sting making him moan and arch up against his partner, wanting that contact, wanting more. When he looks down, catches sight of those hungry eyes looking up at him, he draws in a breath. It's the first time he's really seen the eye hidden behind his hair, the red color of it, an obvious demonic trait. It is... so far from a dealbreaker.
He brings a hand up, touches the pads of his fingers to that mottled darkness around his eye, his touch gentle as he brushes his bangs aside. Shang Qinghua is flushed, his eyes dark and riveted, and he smiles wide at the question.]
Yeah. Fuck yes.