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The cool metal ran a shiver down his spine. Seven had grown used to the feeling of the scalpel against his skin. Letting Yoosung top ended with him with some sort of new body mod whether he truly wanted it or not. The scars had grown to be a sort of at on his body. The lines that made shapes or marks looked well with all of his piercings.
“You’re moving too much.” Yoosungs words broke his train of thought which stilled whatever subconscious movement he had.
Seven could feel the blood start to drip down his arm. Oh, he’d been moving so much sung had cut too deep. It was going to take longer to heal which was the real pain in this situation. He felt the wet tongue of the demon above him run over the wound which caused a sting. He hissed through is teeth, glaring down at the blonde who stared at the blood in full wonder. It might be deep enough to genuinely need a deep clean
“Yoosung, that’s too deep.” He spoke after watching the blood drip onto his black sheets, leaving no mark of the crime.
“No no, it’s perfect just look.” Yoosung assured him, holding Sevens arm up to his face.
Seven hadn’t truly noticed how many scars he had grown to have in his time with Yoosung. He kept them bandages but when it came down to it the blonde preferred to remove them to stare. He hated how the body modifications made him feel. It was wrong, but he grew some sort of deprived pleasure from the feeling. The way the blood dripped down his arm, the warm feeling of his lover's tongue that ran over the fresh wound as well as the scars.
“No, you’re right.” Seven breathed out, pleasure over taking the disgusted feelings bubbling deep inside him. “They’re perfect.”