[ Even if it isn't biologically possible (or perhaps because of the impossibility), Seren's throat goes dry after Zhou Fei puts on the prosthetic, eyes almost completely black as he takes in the sight of it all.
There's a rumble in his throat again, and he shifts them so he can awkwardly kiss Zhou Fei's lips, only for his sharp teeth to graze his lip and jawline as his head moves downward. ]
You're going to be the fucking death of me at this rate.
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There's a rumble in his throat again, and he shifts them so he can awkwardly kiss Zhou Fei's lips, only for his sharp teeth to graze his lip and jawline as his head moves downward. ]
You're going to be the fucking death of me at this rate.