_{[ He doesn't expect Yuuji to respond like that, but he also isn't surprised when he does. It distracts him from his thought process, which had quickly gone to questionable territory. He starts laughing lightly and then hastily denies anything having to do with that. ]}

I didn't say anything about your dick. Just for that, I'm not going to tell you. Not today.

_{[ The mischievous air about him continues, but now he's very much leaning in and shamelessly taking in Yuuji's scent with a deep inhale right against the slope of his neck. All of that blood.. it smells so good to him. He desires it all over him, warming his skin and seeping deliciously into his mouth. His dark eyes flit to meet Yuuji's, a little uneasy with his confession because exploring something like this was new: ]}

I'm curious about you, Yuuji. Wanna mess around with me a little and see how it goes?

_{[ It's his turn to feel his face heating up— just enough to be noticed against his tanned skin if Yuuji is paying any attention to that. His proposition is unclear: just what did "mess around" mean anyway? He didn't seem like he wanted to talk about what it meant exactly. ]}