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I might have something for you then--

"It's gonna be you or me, Daniel." he whispers, his voice so fucking close. I was beginning to think his knife was more than a courtesy, and the heaving of his chest right behind me made it difficult to focus. Warm, wet blood, slowly dripping down my neck; he was a master of his art, truly, and my limbs grew weak as my weight shifted onto him. His breath, his heartbeat, my favourite sounds, he's warm through all these layers and--

"Raph~" I trace my fingertips along his jaw, underneath his blush. He was cute. "I can't." his earthquake of a growl, deep and soft, surrendering. He halts, taking in my smell, licking off the blood. He's mine, and he knows it, beautifully mine, with me wincing in pleasure, the promise to be good. We will ruin us, someday, but it will have been for love.

i think having a sharp object held to my throat can be very very romantic. intimate. sexy, even. this is because i am normal.