[ Adachi wasn't exactly the model of patience, either. His hand had slipped down between his legs as he got tied up in the kiss, trying to do some hasty attempt at preparing himself. A moan escaped from him as his lip was bit, making him stop for a moment, hips involuntarily jerking down against Dio at the bite. Were he sober, he'd probably be berating himself for finding biting so damn hot. Instead, he was licking his lips as he pulled away, smearing his own blood over his lower lip. ]
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I told you I was hungry.