[Its lips part soundlessly as his grip suddenly wraps around its throat, its gaze dark and unfocused; but there's no true panic bleeding across their Bond, no worry that L might just snap and actually harm it here. Not irreversibly, not when they're so connected, when it can feel his intentions and hear his thoughts.
It can feel his arousal-- not only physically where it pushes against it, but in a liquid heat that spills across their Bond, affecting its own body in turn. The dueling sensations of pain, of dizziness and growing illness, paired with the heat that has suddenly settled heavy in its stomach, leaves it breathless and weak for a moment, pinned beneath L's slight weight, an incredibly rare moment of near-helplessness.
Its jaw drops open, and it gathers its breath; its voice is nearly a hiss, its handsome features all harsh, pained lines and the deep flush of beating blood beneath the skin.]
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It can feel his arousal-- not only physically where it pushes against it, but in a liquid heat that spills across their Bond, affecting its own body in turn. The dueling sensations of pain, of dizziness and growing illness, paired with the heat that has suddenly settled heavy in its stomach, leaves it breathless and weak for a moment, pinned beneath L's slight weight, an incredibly rare moment of near-helplessness.
Its jaw drops open, and it gathers its breath; its voice is nearly a hiss, its handsome features all harsh, pained lines and the deep flush of beating blood beneath the skin.]
L. Lawliet.