[those words make him shiver hard and he meets fox's eyes with a look that's practically smoldering before he pulls back just enough so he can start to trail his lips down to fox's chin, jaw... neck...

he lingers there to make a point in biting down on the skin there, amping up those feelings of desire and lust--perversely not so dissimilar to the feelings he had when his own neck was bitten, just less murder. but even then, he doesn't linger too long, lapping at the colorful bruise cropping up before continuing lower.

his hands are there undoing the yukata's sash and palming and rubbing at his cock before he makes it to his knees.]