Thread: Tails Of A Half Breed [YYH] (FavoredFox)

It took a long, heavy moment for his body to react the the sudden change that wasn't so sudden at all. Nimble, skilled fingers snuck their way away from his hair almost entirely and stabbed into his neck and shoulders, providing such an amazing feeling that it actually came close to an aching pain he couldnt even begin to process or describe. It was so distracting so horribly calming. Large crimson eyes were somehow forced to remain sealed as he felt his body tense exponentially sharper with each passing of those fingers, digging a deeper frown that drew his eyebrows together just a tick with every pass over the joint of neck and shoulder. It was hard to process the thought pattern he'd just been rolling through. Although he didn't lose the conversation they were having in full. What he did lose was a hold on breath that he'd sucked in silently several times without being able to let it go through the intense tightening of his chest and grip on those biceps along with the rest of his muscles. The loss was sudden and all at once, which was lucky since he was too close for comfort in needing to pay attention to the fact that he hadn't taken any proper breaths in several long seconds. It wasnt incredibly bothersome just yet, but even Hiei needed those breaths to survive. When he did lose all that wind, it came with the most uncomfortably foreign feeling and bodily response he'd felt in a very long time.... Then again, despite being far between, those types of feelings had been drawn through and from him only by the elder demon currently lurking over his small, fit frame. A spasmodic shudder drew a shake through him that was strong enough to not only wrack his entire body, but found it's way so deep within that breath that it even brought a bit of his voice with it. The moan couldn't have been called as much really, as it didn't gather quick enough voice behind it to be considered one--normally anyway. What it did manage to do however, was steal away such a huge chunk of tensity from his muscles that he almost failed miserably at not falling back into a lean against that damn fox's bloody stomach for support. He was instantly annoyed with the new development. But at the same time he couldn't bring himself to care enough to voice his distress openly, or even give a simple tug to those arms he was grasping at almost desperately for a support he wasn't taking. The tug would force enough tension down on them to give the impression he needed to signal for him to stop. But it didn't come. Instead his breath even out into a slow, steady uptake and release. Kurama had never done something like this without him already being so close to sleep that his body had already relaxed with the force of that before it could from the force of this. He'd never provided Hiei with this particularly relaxing offering during a time where he came even close to having the capacity to recognize it consciously. Hell. No one had. Hiei knew 'relaxing' well enough to realize how devastatingly good it felt to lose so much tension that it even felt like it might have made it's way into his bones, but no one had ever managed to pull it from him so forcefully that he felt utterly helpless against it. He'd never felt such a horribly amazing relief before. That bastard fox was liable to get someone hurt with that seemingly magic touch of his. At this point, namely himself in the form of making Hiei lose utter control over his balance and either being forced to catch some sort of fall, or finding himself supporting the bulk of the tiny raven haired creature's weight right up against that newly mended belly and still split calf and tendon. Not much thought was given to his response. Although his frustration with the coming answer was made clear through an annoyed grunt. Or at least as annoyed sounding as he could manage with the next shiver that ran through him as Kurama spoke so suddenly close to his ear without him realizing he'd gotten that close. I don't know. And he didn't. Nevermind that the answer sounded somewhat accusatory as if expecting him to understand having spouted such an obviously idiotic complaint given the situation in the first place was stupid all on its own. After all, in Hiei's mind his complaint came nowhere near making sense. They had put their lives on thin lines plenty in the past for their own reasons. And it wasn't as if Hiei were particularly careful when it came to his own. Honestly, he more expected the redhead to have given him an answer as to why he'd said it in that irritating, teasing way of his rather than a real response when he'd mentioned it in the first place. What a stupid thing to say. What a ridiculous complaint especially in relative terms to the risks Hiei tended to take often enough. It wasn't as if he expected the fox not to take such risks. It wasn't as if he even expected the redhead to be able to keep his own all the time. He was only human after all. And it certain ly wasn't as if he expected him to be around forever. That would be the dumbest notion of all. It wasn't as if he cared... An aggravated growl lightly pierced his chest as he lost track of that last part. It came as he felt as though he might be on the brink of something that had just squirmed its way right through his fingers and slink into an unseen corner. And it came because he was suddenly very aware of his body again. The water the floating feeling of a relaxed state had to offer drained away quickly and dried up any true looseness his body had retained up until now. Because slim fingers were rolling over his shoulders and down over his chest. And soft lips were pressed into a pulse point that held a nearly silent beat. This was a sensitive area that drew an instinctive need for protection and lack of exposure. It was entirely impossible not to tense against the teeth that tested at it a moment later. No matter how skilled those fingers were, they wouldn't have stopped that reaction. Although he wasn't sure if they would have stopped the latter reaction. It wasn't something he was unfamiliar with in the least. A cold heat searing through him from neck to toes and back up that could be mistaken for anxiety or having been sufficiently startled if not for the particular type of shutter that raced through that near dead pulse a moment later. There was no shiver, but he was once again keenly aware of the fact that he had a body, that he was properly connected with the ground, and what it had just felt. The reaction, it seemed, had been a growl. And while it might have sounded like it, it wasn't actually sounding off as a warning as it usually might. It had simply been a reaction to the startling change Kurama's touch had taken on suddenly. Small digits curled tighter in their grip, just slightly, and Hiei's head tilted and turned in a way that allowed sharp crimson eyes to peer down on the fox who had lowered himself to his level while still managing to loom over him in a way. The sharp look came as the warning the sure grip stating a willingness to change their position if he saw fit. He might.... Depending on the answer... What are you doing? Last edited May 29, 2019