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It's the heat, the heat, he convinces himself again. He presses his tongue flat against the column of Kei's throat and moans as salt catches on his tastebuds. In an instant, the feeling of 'not enough' sinks into his brain. His gums itch and his teeth ache to bite into the plush flesh, to see marks scattered across such easily bruised skin. His incisors only begin to graze Kei's collarbone when the noise pouring out of Kei's mouth stops Tadashi dead in his tracks. Kei's blush deepens as they hold each other's stare.  OR, The A/C in Tadashi and Kei's apartment breaks. Rationality flies out the window.

"Hey there," Tadashi murmured into Kei's ear, "take a deep breath." He obeyed with a cautious inhale and an even slower exhale, one heartbeat at a time. "Again." Warmth seeped through his chest, gently pushing out the unease. OR, Upon learning about Tadashi's secret shibari hobby, Kei offers to be his practice rope bunny.