no;restraint.

“That’s so far from right, Kyouya.”

"Maybe I didn't bite you hard enough."

[\Whiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiines.]

serves you right, herbivore.~

[\flops on] “Kyouuuu—uuya —~”

[hisses and bites into the flesh of the other's hand.]

By HGR

[He couldn’t help but be glad of his words and— that smile. It surely made him wait, but in the end, it showed, and the blonde couldn’t be more happy. He raised his hand, placing it on one of the other’s cheek, leaving it there.] You are part of my famiglia, Kyouya, therefore, you are my pride.

Don't you know that I dislike crowding~? [He crooned teasingly, yet leaned into the warmth of that hand which cradled his cheek.] I hate this tattoo, because it's no different than a shackle which restrains you down. [He started quietly, gaze flicking towards the tattoo once more; his fingers still tracing the ink in idle circles.] I hate it, but I accept it. Because it's a symbol of your pride; of your family, which you so cherish.

Pride is not something I want nor something I look for. [He replied back just as bluntly, letting him track all the marks. Those were no marks of pride, not at all.] Family.

Of course.. [Finally, an inkling of a smile donned the skylark's visage; subtle, but a smile nonetheless. His fingers then slid along the other's left arm; tracing the blue and green fires of ink, then pausing where the word "famiglia" was written in ink along with the tattoo.] Because they are your "pride".

[The only way to leave those marks from his body was letting him die and leave the skin off. Would Kyoya do that just to be happy himself? Do you enjoy hurting me in that way? He just sighed as the other met his stare, and once again, he found himself.] Is it? Do you hate what you see?

I do hate it. [He uttered bluntly, fingertips tracing the marks before nails dug at the skin his teeth had previously abused. Then, those nails softened on the other's flesh, until the pad of his fingers were merely brushing against the skin.] ..but, it's still a part of you. It's your burden; it's your pride.

[He thought as the other’s lips stopped moving, as his words ended, and the other’s teeth ended in his skin, trying, somehow, to remove those indelibly marks.] They won’t go away, no matter how hard you try.

[Without words, his teeth sank more harder into the inked flesh. He already knew. He knew that even if he scraped the tattoo clean off the other's body, it would come back over and over again no matter how many times he tried to remove it. It was like a permanent shackle and Hibari hated it. But it was also a part of Dino. A burden and pride the other carried. With a sigh, the skylark retracted his teeth from the tattooed skin to meet the other's gaze instead.] Such an eyesore, this tattoo.

[He could feel the other leaving the bite at his neck, and just give up on it, so he could go and put his face against all the marks on his body, his tattoos, which he remembered he hated.] What are you searching here, Kyouya?

Be quiet. [He muttered against the skin, his fingers moving to tug at the fabric of the other's shirt so to expose more of that tattooed flesh. Then he traced the colorful skin with not kisses, but with sharp bites and nips; as if doing this would make that detestable tattoo disappear.]

[As already said, he was already used to such attitude, so as the younger slipped from lips to neck, he wasn’t surprised. A hand of his own went to his dark hair, getting inside, silently.]

[Lids lowered slightly over steel-blue eyes as he felt that hand sink into his dark locks, teeth releasing the other's neck to graze against the collarbone this time; where the skin was covered in that tattoo he hated and loved.]

[The Cavallone boss sighed as he saw the skylark’s expression change. Of course he was already used to it, but, heh—] Is it? I don’t remember such thing. [He teased again, and this time, he didn’t let the younger get his lips, as he retracted his face.]

[The skylark's hues narrowed upon seeing the other withdraw his face; away from his lips. With a scowl, instead of chasing after those lips, he seized for the other's neck; teeth roughly biting down onto the tender flesh.]

[His lips went and meet with their twins, they had just the same flavor of the last time, and he kinda felt glad of that: he was sure he was his own flavor.] Well, aren’t you the one who enjoys sleeping, hm? [He replies and the moment after his lips are bitten, and again, he couldn’t feel more glad of that reunion.]

Does it seem like I'm in a mood to nap right now? [His visage soon dissolved into an expression dangerously close to a pout, canines biting down harshly this time onto the soft flesh of the other's lips.] I'm bored and your duty is to make sure that I don't grow bored. So get to it, idiot horse.

They might be. [He kindly teased, with his soft voice, and it sounded more like a whisper, when it was not. Closing his eyes, he left the lover kiss his skin, as a solitary shiver acrossed his back.] Never heard such words from my own mouth.

[Curved lips ventured back down to capture their partner once more, teeth emerging to bite lightly at the blonde's lower lip.] Mm, I came all the way to Italy yet you're just going to lay around like this~? [His bites became more sharp and insistent.] Shouldn't you be entertaining me?

I am not lazying around. [He quickly replies, finding his mirror in the skylark’s eyes.] I’m evidently tired. [He continued, going and searching with his hands the other’s.] And you’re totally not helping.

Excuses. [He chided teasingly, lips shifting to brush at the patch of skin above the other's forehead; lips tugging into a smirk.] hmn, shall I leave then~?

[surprised, he doesn’t reject him, on the contrary, his hands slips down to embrace the body now on him, smiling.] Look who just showed up~

hn. [he gave a subtle hum, his own hands idly fiddling with the other's blonde locks before brushing them back to clearly peer into those amber hues.] and what're you doing in bed already? It's barely 8, is it okay for a mafia boss to laze around like this~?