[ Each bite sparks pleasure up their spine. Those pinpricks of pain mingle with the pleasure of it all, and it's hard to hold back the quiet, satisfied noise at the back of their throat. Teaching someone anything, especially this, isn't something they'd ever thought they'd do.
The appeal of it, though, is hard to ignore. Tongue pushing against Tartaglia's, Mira wonders just how much he's willing to let them teach.
With a small, affectionate half-laugh, Mira looks down at him. His expression is hard to figure out, but that's fine with them, they tell themselves. Whatever budding curiosity they feel, there's not enough time to dwell too much when his hands brush against bare skin. It feels good, enough that there's only a moment of hesitation before they pull their shirt off.
The reason for their hesitation should be clear: Despite how lean they are, how defined their muscles are, there's a nasty, jagged scar that starts at their right shoulder. It stops at the middle of their chest, extending to the left and forming a cage made of sharp, thorny vines surrounding and crossing over their heart. ]
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The appeal of it, though, is hard to ignore. Tongue pushing against Tartaglia's, Mira wonders just how much he's willing to let them teach.
With a small, affectionate half-laugh, Mira looks down at him. His expression is hard to figure out, but that's fine with them, they tell themselves. Whatever budding curiosity they feel, there's not enough time to dwell too much when his hands brush against bare skin. It feels good, enough that there's only a moment of hesitation before they pull their shirt off.
The reason for their hesitation should be clear: Despite how lean they are, how defined their muscles are, there's a nasty, jagged scar that starts at their right shoulder. It stops at the middle of their chest, extending to the left and forming a cage made of sharp, thorny vines surrounding and crossing over their heart. ]