And I thought you weren't go to take a knife to my skin.
[Mello grins as he says it, as he feels the blade against his throat. His eyes meet Setsuna's as he pushes himself slowly into it, letting it pierce skin and draw a thin line of blood. This effectively closes the gap between his lips and Setsuna's — a fleeting kiss that is less about the meeting of their lips and more about the interaction between blade and throat. Mello wouldn't allow himself to be so tender without an ulterior motive. It's only a tease, a way to draw blood, before he pulls back just a little. He arches his neck so Setsuna can see.]
You've cut me after all.
[As for the gun...
Mello starts sliding it down Setsuna's body, from chest to stomach to groin. He cocks it.]
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[Mello grins as he says it, as he feels the blade against his throat. His eyes meet Setsuna's as he pushes himself slowly into it, letting it pierce skin and draw a thin line of blood. This effectively closes the gap between his lips and Setsuna's — a fleeting kiss that is less about the meeting of their lips and more about the interaction between blade and throat. Mello wouldn't allow himself to be so tender without an ulterior motive. It's only a tease, a way to draw blood, before he pulls back just a little. He arches his neck so Setsuna can see.]
You've cut me after all.
[As for the gun...
Mello starts sliding it down Setsuna's body, from chest to stomach to groin. He cocks it.]
I bet it'd still hurt.