[ it honestly wouldn't take long for guanshan's sadistic desire to draw out the more impetuous traits in keigo, especially now with the heat starting its slow but steady creep across his body. from his head it would start, clouding up his thoughts into nothing but matebreedmatebreed, to the point of driving him mad. then it would creep across his skin, heating it up down his chest, sink inward and make his blood feel too hot. the pit of his belly would knot, an ache that made him ill and anxious. finally, the core of his body, right between the thighs, would grow warm, slick, ready, throbbing.

at that point, he was only halfway there, with his head a mess of feral nonsense nearly overtaking conscious thought. but not far enough to wear he didn't understand what guanshan was saying to him. nor not far gone enough to not realize he was being toyed with. the suction to his breast, the warm wetness that felt too good, combined with the sudden sharp pinch of teeth and the nearly lazy grinding of his cock between his lips seemed to inject that much more desperation within him. ]

[ his voice was thinning quickly, the touch of his hands growing more demanding, though fruitless. maybe if he had his real body, he could do some measure of physical persuasion, but now? all he could do was hopelessly paw at guanshan's chest, maybe reach the curve of his collar and the strong arc of his shoulders. his thighs trembled, spreading further apart as he gyrated them, the sloppy wet sound of skin-to-skin burning up his patience thread by thread. another whining cry followed, bordering on upset and pained than merely frustrated. ]