[ Darkness is a natural part of existence. Shadows follow light wherever it goes; it is an absolute, undeniable fact of life that all people contain shreds of evil within themselves. Setsuna isn't proud of his darkness, but he's also resigned himself to how it's warped and consumed him. He can use it to its fullest to disable an opponent, to infiltrate an enemy base, and, if necessary, kill mercilessly. Darkness unrestrained, as it rages within Mello, is dangerous, but darkness honed to a fine edge is one of the most useful tools there is.
There is indeed more than meets the eye to Setsuna, a rage behind the tranquility, but Setsuna is not quite ready to give all his secrets away. Mello will have to delve deeper, uncover the truth, work for it if he wants it. Unfortunately for him, Setsuna's hold is steadfast, and does not relent, no matter how much Mello might writhe and squirm to make it happen. His arm is trapped until Setsuna deigns to let it go. ]
But enough.
[ There, much better, that friction is so good he'd kill to feel it again, and he tries to, but there Mello goes again, unpredictable firecracker, hand at his throat and squeezing. He can still breathe and move though, so... ]
Make me.
[ ...so he'll grab for that hand, yank it off, and direct it towards his own mouth instead, drawing a leather-wrapped finger inside, encircling it with his tongue and hummmmmming while he grinds into Mello's groin far more insistently than before. He'll bloody worship you, Mello, just say the word, but you've got to give at least a little first. Or he'll have to make you, and that's definitely a prospect he's not opposed to in the slightest. ]
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There is indeed more than meets the eye to Setsuna, a rage behind the tranquility, but Setsuna is not quite ready to give all his secrets away. Mello will have to delve deeper, uncover the truth, work for it if he wants it. Unfortunately for him, Setsuna's hold is steadfast, and does not relent, no matter how much Mello might writhe and squirm to make it happen. His arm is trapped until Setsuna deigns to let it go. ]
But enough.
[ There, much better, that friction is so good he'd kill to feel it again, and he tries to, but there Mello goes again, unpredictable firecracker, hand at his throat and squeezing. He can still breathe and move though, so... ]
Make me.
[ ...so he'll grab for that hand, yank it off, and direct it towards his own mouth instead, drawing a leather-wrapped finger inside, encircling it with his tongue and hummmmmming while he grinds into Mello's groin far more insistently than before. He'll bloody worship you, Mello, just say the word, but you've got to give at least a little first. Or he'll have to make you, and that's definitely a prospect he's not opposed to in the slightest. ]