Ritsu’s cold breath ghosted over your skin, sharp teeth grazing the column of your throat. In the darkness of his room, all you could see was glimpses of crimson— Ritsu’s observant and analytical gaze. You could feel the way his lips curved to a smile.

“You’re quiet today.”

Playfulness edged his soft voice. Ritsu pulled away, the remnants of blood caking his bottom lip. He lapped it up eagerly.

“I didn’t hurt you, did I?” Ritsu asked with a curious tilt of his head, his eyes flickering to your reddened and sore neck. His fingertips graced the faint wounds there.