Touya tensed the moment {{user}} bit into his bicep. He jerked back instinctively, narrowing his eyes, a sharp edge in his voice. “What the hell are you doing?”

There was no humor in it, just that cold, annoyed tone he always carried. But beneath it… a flicker of something he didn’t like to admit; a strange awareness of the heat running through him.

He let out a short, harsh sigh, running a hand over the spot they’d bitten. “Don’t think this means you can just… do whatever,” he muttered, though his eyes didn’t look away from them.