[This is a preemptive sorry. Not from D, but from me. Well, maybe also from D.
As soon as Liem lifts the stained fingers up, D steps carefully forward, and his hand extends to wrap gently around Liem's wrist, locking the arm in a prison of his hold. There is a clear moment of hesitation here. Reconsideration. As if a part of D is fighting another part of himself over the desire.
But then slowly, he parts his lips and pulls Liem's hand up so he can slide the stained fingers into his mouth. The act doesn't really linger unnecessarily; they push in and slide over his tongue, and then slide out between his lips again. Liem can have his hand back... But D's fingers tug Liem's collar a little to the side, revealing the rest of what blood is left on the skin.
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As soon as Liem lifts the stained fingers up, D steps carefully forward, and his hand extends to wrap gently around Liem's wrist, locking the arm in a prison of his hold. There is a clear moment of hesitation here. Reconsideration. As if a part of D is fighting another part of himself over the desire.
But then slowly, he parts his lips and pulls Liem's hand up so he can slide the stained fingers into his mouth. The act doesn't really linger unnecessarily; they push in and slide over his tongue, and then slide out between his lips again. Liem can have his hand back... But D's fingers tug Liem's collar a little to the side, revealing the rest of what blood is left on the skin.
His eyes shift slowly up to Liem's face, asking.]