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[gitanes]

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[dead_eyed_wolf]

You do, [she murmurs, but she's cut off before she can say much more as those clever shadow tendrils coil around her again. The noise she makes - a strangled little gasp, followed by a shuddery exhale that fades into a whiny growl - is more than she could ever manage with words right now. Eager and accepting, but a warning, too; that it's all borrowed time and the wolf is very hungry. It's good, it'll work - at least, she's pretty sure - but god, fuck, even the suggestion is enough to make the wolf instincts thrill and surge. She licks her muzzle, swallows absently, pants through jagged teeth as she tries to explain.]

Lila, [she rasps, breathless,] I - s'good, but - [god it's so hard to speak like a person--] hhhharder to n-not - be rough.

[She doesn't want to hurt her. She doesn't want to hurt her, she won't hurt her, not ever, ever, ever - but she knows her limits, how powerful the feral instincts can get, how awake and focused the wolf feels in her own haze. And she remembers Lila teasing, playing, wanting her to play rough back. She never wants to take it too far, and being permitted so much already - it's not what she's used to, she doesn't want to overstep.]

[gitanes]

You will not hurt me.

[Shadows curling snug and secure, she can feel the hazy sensation of it, like fingers of some distant hand. The warmth she would feel from holding onto Mukuro herself is in there somewhere, yet another layer of delicious sensation that she’s slowly being smothered under. Her voice, husky and commanding, rumbles in Mukuro’s ear.]

You don’t have to worry, because you won’t hurt me. I know you won’t. So just—

[Her chest rises as her breath hitches, eyelids flutter, as she clutches tight around Mukuro in anticipation, reveling in this one last push with every single complex intimate touch.]

Just be rough. I want — you, and the, the wolf too, Muku— [Her claws scrabble hungrily at Mukuro’s mid-back, hips pistoning desperately.] I wanna feel it, I want you to fuck me so I can feel it when my body’s gone.