[The roaring in his ears as he lets himself kiss Ren is almost like the rush he gets when going all-out in combat. He hasn't felt like this since he ripped his own mind apart to try to kill Ren and his friends, slaughter them like the weak trash he thought they were. It's a hungry madness as one bare hand comes up to grip Ren's shoulder, nails biting into his skin as he sucks at Ren's tongue with another heady growl.
But louder than the roaring is the piercing scream of panic slicing through the haze, the scream that he can't do this. It's not that he just isn't allowed something like this for himself, it's that he can't. Not with Ren. Not even if Ren is the only person he'd ever imagined doing something like this with, not even if Ren is the only person he would ever do something like this with. It's just a kiss, but he's already made too many mistakes if Ren is acting like this. He can't afford to let it continue.
So he bites, nipping at Ren's tongue in frustration before the hand on his shoulder opens to shove instead, bodily forcing him back even as Akechi takes several steps back, nearly stepping in his own bucket fire.]
Stop that, [he snarls, and it's the sound of a beast feeling the bars of its cage snapping shut around it. His eyes flash with barely contained rage, masking regret swimming in their depths as he wipes at his lips, feeling spit (his, or Ren's?) coating the back of his hand.]
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But louder than the roaring is the piercing scream of panic slicing through the haze, the scream that he can't do this. It's not that he just isn't allowed something like this for himself, it's that he can't. Not with Ren. Not even if Ren is the only person he'd ever imagined doing something like this with, not even if Ren is the only person he would ever do something like this with. It's just a kiss, but he's already made too many mistakes if Ren is acting like this. He can't afford to let it continue.
So he bites, nipping at Ren's tongue in frustration before the hand on his shoulder opens to shove instead, bodily forcing him back even as Akechi takes several steps back, nearly stepping in his own bucket fire.]
Stop that, [he snarls, and it's the sound of a beast feeling the bars of its cage snapping shut around it. His eyes flash with barely contained rage, masking regret swimming in their depths as he wipes at his lips, feeling spit (his, or Ren's?) coating the back of his hand.]