[His voice is gentle and coaxing, and his breath is warm against Tatsumi's skin. He wants more than anything for Mayoi's lips to close that tiny gap, to connect in a way he has only dreamed of before now. He arches slightly back into Mayoi's embrace, eyes tightly closing as he eases Mayoi's index finger slightly away from the others. He brings that slender digit to his lips, pressing a seemingly innocent kiss to the tip before he brings his tongue out and draws the fingertip in. It's the most suggestive thing he's done in a very long time, and he knows he ought to feel shame for letting go like this, but all he feels is relief. It pulses through him, throbs in his veins with his racing blood. He isn't even thinking about what to do next, because there is a next, he can sense it...]

Mayoi-san...

[Tatsumi's ears flick and his tail quivers as the heat inside him is finally recognized. He feels like he's answering a siren call, but he tacks it up to being so utterly enthralled when it comes to Mayoi.

One of his sharp canines drags over the skin of the finger he's paying rapt attention to.]

Promise me you'll rest. [He sounds feverish, but he's holding things together by a thread.] After... After you help me.