#waveringdaze

He still can’t help but feel ridiculous when he actually lifts his chin up and takes the weapon’s barrel into his mouth. 

It’s probably one of the worst things he’s tasted to date, even without forcing his tongue into the actual hole; he’s careful to keep it away from there, in fact, more or less ungracefully slobbering upon the metal. 

"That would be my host flushing the color of the jacket, thanks." 

Fingers came to curl through the air towards his palms, nails lightly digging into the flesh before relaxing. Of course he would be pinned by the wrists--the one over top of him didn't seek such intimacy that holding hands would imply. Really, he just found it a shame he couldn't dig anything sharp parts of his body into his aggressor's from the angle he had been placed at; no fingers, no teeth, no point elbows...

Nonetheless, he tilted his chin upwards, letting his chest expand as he took a breath. It really was a shame Shintaro's body was so responsive--though the snake didn't know things to feel anything different. He had occupied a human body for his entire life; there were no memories of fangs and scales to haunt him.