[ jakurai pulls doppo onto his lap, and he doesn't resist -- no, this is what he wants, even if every other instinct in the back of his mind is telling him how inappropriate this is, that he'll be sorry after, a litany of anxieties unheeded by his overwhelming sanguis impulses.
somehow, the moon's tapped into doppo's hidden reserves of instincts and capabilities, and instead of freezing up, he closes the distance between them hungrily, unable to help himself. his hands come to cup his face when he kisses him, fierce and dominant -- yes, that's his answer. he doesn't care that he's just about violating every personal and professional rule in this clinic, not when jakurai's words soothe and inflame all at once.
he's not alone in this, and that's what matters. hands move down now, from that lovely face to the white coat he wears, recklessly moving to push it off. he can't mark him if he's still wearing clothes, right? ]
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somehow, the moon's tapped into doppo's hidden reserves of instincts and capabilities, and instead of freezing up, he closes the distance between them hungrily, unable to help himself. his hands come to cup his face when he kisses him, fierce and dominant -- yes, that's his answer. he doesn't care that he's just about violating every personal and professional rule in this clinic, not when jakurai's words soothe and inflame all at once.
he's not alone in this, and that's what matters. hands move down now, from that lovely face to the white coat he wears, recklessly moving to push it off. he can't mark him if he's still wearing clothes, right? ]