[His heart-rate hadn't been normal since he really started getting amped up in the possession. Here, though, he really feels it pounding with intensity. Cater isn't saying anything. He's letting it happen. He was asking, coyly, to be seen at his most disgusting and Idia was meeting him there with some dark desire to be remembered at any expense.]
[he moves his fingers over to the exposed skin, dragging his fingertips along the surface. Since the skin had been covered until just now, there was a strong warmth to it. The body heat of someone who had been panic, frantic, and hiding until this happened. Those finger probe, dipping under the clothes that were still there, exploring the heat.]
[in his right hand, he tugs down ever so slightly, extending the red line down Cater's sternum]
[he gasps, feeling the pain in the exact same moment, and then clenches his other hand to dig nails into Cater's shoulder. He was prepared. He was prepared to do it to himself. So, why does doing it to Cater make him want to cry?]
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[he moves his fingers over to the exposed skin, dragging his fingertips along the surface. Since the skin had been covered until just now, there was a strong warmth to it. The body heat of someone who had been panic, frantic, and hiding until this happened. Those finger probe, dipping under the clothes that were still there, exploring the heat.]
[in his right hand, he tugs down ever so slightly, extending the red line down Cater's sternum]
[he gasps, feeling the pain in the exact same moment, and then clenches his other hand to dig nails into Cater's shoulder. He was prepared. He was prepared to do it to himself. So, why does doing it to Cater make him want to cry?]