[ it's too bad for both of them that geto rises to the bait. this is what toji expects out of his peers, out of life, out of his day to day interactions. resentment and hatred, condescension and humiliation. it makes his pulse race, makes his pupils blow wide with wicked exhilaration.
this is the only way toji knows how to feel alive, and he is living.
maybe this won't be so terrible after all. ]
Oh? You remember me awfully good for not being your type. [ he passes his thumb over geto's adams apple, crooning directly into his target's ear. his voice drops lower, a deep rumble that is equal parts inviting and mocking. ]
I'll bet your body remembers me even better. [ the hand not wrapped around geto's throat slides around geto's waist at that, tracing over that once beautifully maimed torso. toji laughs softly, then drags his tongue over the line of geto's jaw, just because he can. that's what you get for not moving, you little shit. ]
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this is the only way toji knows how to feel alive, and he is living.
maybe this won't be so terrible after all. ]
Oh? You remember me awfully good for not being your type. [ he passes his thumb over geto's adams apple, crooning directly into his target's ear. his voice drops lower, a deep rumble that is equal parts inviting and mocking. ]
I'll bet your body remembers me even better. [ the hand not wrapped around geto's throat slides around geto's waist at that, tracing over that once beautifully maimed torso. toji laughs softly, then drags his tongue over the line of geto's jaw, just because he can. that's what you get for not moving, you little shit. ]