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[His hand goes to the back of his neck, to the spot that once joined Mochi to the divine machine. It has long since healed, but he still runs his fingers over the spot.]

I don’t feel like breaking your bones today, so it is a good alternative.

[He starts to fill those lines again but this time with dendro energy. Instead of a quick shock, it will slowly spread through him so he can see the green glow slowly move across his body.

There also might be some vines growing inside him, too, you know, as a treat. In the hollow of his arms, his chest, his stomach, tethering him to the swing as well.]

[ it should be terrifying to have something so foreign inside him, but it isn't. Maybe it's because he trusts Haruki, or maybe just because he wants to see how far he could push.

That doesn't mean it's not painful. It is still something inside of him that shouldn't be there, after all. But his pain tolerance is high, and he likes where this is going ]

... Mm. Making a new heart for me? How sweet of you.

[He wraps his arms around his shoulders and leans his head against him.]

Do you want a new heart? Even though it bothers you, I expected you not to actually want one.

[The energy continues to flow but the vines don’t grow much more than they already are.]

I’d fill that space with all that I am if I knew how.

[ he reaches for him, wanting to bring his arms around him as well - testing how much movement he can still have while tethered like this, but mostly just wanting the contact ]

I'll always lament my lack of it. But that doesn't mean I want it. ... Still. I like this. This feeling of you invading my very being. Making me a part of you.

[He has to tug and pull but the vines will let him. Haruki rests his head in the crook of his neck kissing it possessively.]

I could keep you like this. Maybe not forever. But for a long, long time. No one would find you.

Would you like that?

Leaving me like this at your mercy, unable to move ... shouldn't I be asking if you'd like that?

[ but inevitably he's thinking about it. He can't deny how part of him finds it as exciting as he always does with anything extreme like that - pain and submission to such an intense degree that he should hate it. ]

I'm still trying to fix my bad habits, you know.

I would.

And I did listen. You wanted not to be treated as an object.

Do you not feel love and adored? That I would cherish you so much.

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... I do.

[ and he really does. It's different from the other day, Haruki is looking at him differently, and the atmosphere is different too ]

But I can't actually let you keep me here for you to adore and nothing else. People would come looking for me.

I know. You aren’t fully mine yet.

[He scratches then inside of his chest cavity as the vines recede.]

One day.

You said “love and adored”. Is that how you feel?

[Still lounging on him like a cat.]

You want to hear it, don't you?

... yes. It's not like you don't know I like to be spoiled.

But I still don't know how to deal with that sort of thing.

What? Do your friends not tell you they care for you enough?

If I'm going to have to suffer with these emotions, so are you.

[ he's going to shift his hold just so he can pull him closer and kiss him again, though he keeps it brief ]

How cruel.

But that earned you a little bit more fun. If you're marking me out of love, after all, I'm not going to reject you, mmm? Though I'd like to leave a few marks of my own.

Not just love. Possessiveness as well. It can be both.

[He'll keep his fingers loosely laced behind his neck.]

I was wondering when you'd play a little rougher with me.

I have been treating you a little too gently, haven't I? But ...

[ he brings his hand to his neck, a small blade of wind appearing at his fingertips as he traces down its length, making a small, shallow cut ]

Even bound to this swing right now, I can rectify that.

[He leans into the wind blade letting it cut deeper.]

It is more fun watching you struggle for your freedom. Maybe if you are good, I'll let you go without additional cuts.

[ he knows Haruki could bound him further if he wanted, and the idea of it is a little exciting. But for now he just keeps his hands on him, the corner of his mouth again as he lets his fingers run down to his chest - cutting again the same way he had before ]

I never said I don't want additional cuts. I can heal now, you know. I can take a little more abuse.

But I told you, didn't I? I want to leave my marks on you too.

[He licks at the blood left behind at the corner of his mouth before coating the tips of his fingers in it. Those fingers run under Mochi's eye not unlike makeup liner.]

Go on then. Your god demands it of you.

[ It's all the encouragement he needs before he decides to take off Haruki's clothing - not wanting to ruin them too much since he knows they're still a luxury. He'll discard them on the ground, but that's a worry for another time. Right now, he's more focused on the man before him, and this time he brings the palm of his hand to his stomach — letting a very small vortex of wind form to pull him even closer before he releases it.

Rather than pushing him away, he lets the energy of it fill his joint lines - the same way Haruki did for him. His other hand moves to the back of his neck, holding it there as he leans in to bite it - hard enough that it'll leave a mark just above what he could normally hide ]

I know one of your new teammates is already fond of you.

I don't care about that.

[His back arches at the energy going through him. And he digs his nails sharply into his shoulders when he bites him.]

All I care about is you.

[ ah. He loves the reaction just as much as he loves those words. All I care about is you. ]

I really like the sound of that.

[ there's a hum, and he starts licking the same place he just bit, his hand now moving to his chest to start rubbing at his nipple, pinching and pulling. His mouth moves down to his shoulder too, kissing, licking and biting ]

[He starts to remove his clothes as best as he can while sitting in his lap. He has to remove some of the vines as they get in the way.]

Who else's would you be but mine.

[He hisses out the word as he rolls his hips into him fingers digging into the back of his skull. He doesn't hold back any sounds, purring and whimpering right next to his ear.

But he isn't going to be passive either. Mochi is only using one hand, so he takes the other. He runs his teeth across the inside of his wrist not at his puppet joint lines, but at the markings where his Anemo energy runs through.]

[ It's so obvious how much he loves those sounds. It's not enough, and his free hand very quickly moves to the small of his back, using that leverage as he rocks into him - his other hand continuing to pay attention to his chest like that ]

Aren't I — the one marking you as mine this time around?

[He just laughs and puts his arms around his neck, grinding into him.]

Come on then. I'm not patient.

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