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[ his hand very briefly curls into a fist, then he lets it relax. he extends one nail and lifts his chin as he meets Fuuma's gaze. Kamui takes hold of the arm trapping him in, and makes a long cut across the wrist--
his eyes shift as he scents the blood: clean, sharp, fresh. and available. offered. he lowers his mouth to Fuuma's wrist, something uncoiling in his stomach; a need finally acknowledged. he makes a very soft sound as he pulls in the first, intoxicating mouthful. ]