[ In theory, it's no different from Nishitani kissing any other part of his arm. It's the same skin, the ink underneath holds no special sensation, and yet it feels so much different. Izō freezes, tension in every muscle. His heart rate spikes while his mind races. It shouldn't be making him feel like this. He can't even look at Nishitani.
To his credit, he doesn't pull away. He just sits there frozen like a deer in headlights. Does it feel good? Does it not? Is it too much? Is it not enough? He can't figure it out. ]
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To his credit, he doesn't pull away. He just sits there frozen like a deer in headlights. Does it feel good? Does it not? Is it too much? Is it not enough? He can't figure it out. ]