[Fai barely registers Iwai's suggestion. He's far too intent on the man himself--warm skin, lovely muscles beneath that nice warm skin, and that smell. Fai could just eat him up.
...and if Fai initially confused wanting to devour his boyfriend with something else, well. Who can blame him? It's the closest thing he can equate this feeling to in his limited frame of reference.
And it's not that he doesn't notice his own fingernails lengthening by several inches, sharpening--he does. But he's so enraptured by this whole feeling, by Iwai's closeness and by the new feel of his own body that it doesn't strike him as particularly worrisome right away. He'd much rather slip these new fingernails--claws, really--across the lovely warm skin just under Iwai's collarbone. Not completely unlike unwrapping a piece of candy.]
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...and if Fai initially confused wanting to devour his boyfriend with something else, well. Who can blame him? It's the closest thing he can equate this feeling to in his limited frame of reference.
And it's not that he doesn't notice his own fingernails lengthening by several inches, sharpening--he does. But he's so enraptured by this whole feeling, by Iwai's closeness and by the new feel of his own body that it doesn't strike him as particularly worrisome right away. He'd much rather slip these new fingernails--claws, really--across the lovely warm skin just under Iwai's collarbone. Not completely unlike unwrapping a piece of candy.]