[ Nishitani pulls away, fingers going back to Izo's wrists. ] Who else touched you here? [ With Majima, that's why Nishitani couldn't touch. Too many people had hurt Majima, used his neck, his face, his hair as a tool to do so. If Izo doesn't like someone touching him, Nishitani guesses the situation might be similar. Everywhere else, Izo gives. ]
[ Here? Izo freezes. Nishitani stops kissing the mark, instead looks up at Izo from where he's ducked down to be face to face with black ink. That glint in his eyes, purple, pink, when the only light in the room is a soft yellow. ]
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[ Here? Izo freezes. Nishitani stops kissing the mark, instead looks up at Izo from where he's ducked down to be face to face with black ink. That glint in his eyes, purple, pink, when the only light in the room is a soft yellow. ]