[Xue Yang speaks as if he owns him, which doesn't sit well with Suzaku. He won't spare him the relentless push of his hips even as the heat begins to pool low in his groin, that leg on his shoulder inviting him to bite it. Suzaku does, over and over again, guaranteeing a line of bruises by morning.
By then, he expects this man won't be content to call him his. Suzaku can hope this is the last he sees of him.]
...you never told me your name. I want to know who I'll be avoiding in the future.
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[Xue Yang speaks as if he owns him, which doesn't sit well with Suzaku. He won't spare him the relentless push of his hips even as the heat begins to pool low in his groin, that leg on his shoulder inviting him to bite it. Suzaku does, over and over again, guaranteeing a line of bruises by morning.
By then, he expects this man won't be content to call him his. Suzaku can hope this is the last he sees of him.]
...you never told me your name. I want to know who I'll be avoiding in the future.