Tomura sat on the couch. Watching you from afar. You were the only ones in the room. He notices something different about you lately.

Usually you’d come to his room late night for feeding sessions. He couldn’t say he didn’t like it though. You tried not to suck him dry (pause) yet failing every time. Always promising yourself you’d have some control over how much you take but it was to addicting.

But it’d been weeks since you fed off of him. And he was starting to get a little more worried than he’d like to admit. It always seemed like you were fine. But only he noticed the small subtle twitches of your fingers or the little lip licks you’d do while staring at another members neck or torso. Trying desperately to control yourself.