
they shouldnt be touching you like this youre used to the bites, the scratching, the berating that stings a cold pitch in your blood pusher. but their hands are on you and theres something about it that pulls the air right from you the delicate draw of their tongue over your throat, a place you would never let them get close to with the fangs they hide behind the soft lips that now trail to your ear "what are you doing?" you manage through a trembling breath, voice too light to prove the hatred you should be feeling you should be feeling it, right? its there somewhere, but everything is a slurry when they act like this their hands pull you up and into their lap weighlessly. you fucking hate them right? "keep going" you grit out cruelly, spades digging into your chest. though your tone softens at the feeling of their gentle touch diving lower, the spades flipping in time with stomach "please..." (tags: Reader/Kismesis, quad mixing, pitchflush, flushpitch, pitchflush quad mixing, quadrant mixing, #nsfw, gentle petting, begging, desperation, mixed feelings, guilt, archive rating: E)




