[He turns a few shades pinker, the contrast obvious against his paler skin, when Shouta's hands roam him. Now this is something nobody has done -- not kindly, anyway. Plenty of villains have grabbed him, twisted their fingers in his skin, tried to tear at him, rip him apart. It makes him shiver as careful fingers brush the flesh of his chest, just over where his left nipple would've been.]

I can't say I'd disagree... Nobody had thought I'd survive the night, at the time.

[He slides his arms around Shouta, pulling him so close, their bodies are pressed warmly.]

Aaa... but just because I'm hard to kill doesn't mean I want to see anyone else in pain, y'know.

[Especially not you, you fool.]