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continuations.
(NSFW. CW for power imbalance, underage, etc.)

[ --ah. it hurts. it hurts and it makes him want to squirm, but he knows that moving would mess it up. so he just grits his teeth through it, breathing deeply - ]

Training seriously is different than fighting a fight that you may die in.

Ah, yes.

I hope training is all you need to do for a little while longer.

[he pats the design dry again as he refreshes the ink, giving Soramaru a moment of respite]

[ there's no need to get this guy involved in everything entwined around him, so he just--- looks away, and stays quiet. ]

[he doesn't mind working in quiet. the pain fades off for a while, hovering at a low-grade ache - some might find the feeling satisfying, like the ache of sore muscles after an intense workout. it isn't long until the yellow is done and Ryuuhou gets the red ink ready]

[ it helps that he has two objectives making this pleasurable, as well. ]

[If Ryuuhou notices, he doesn't show it.

The red starts off the same as the yellow did and the needles are precise and measured. Time passes as color is slowly built up, getting brighter and deeper. Pain rises again, coming in swelling and sinking waves.]

[ it's getting harder not to react to the panging of his objectives - he draws in a quiet, sharp breath, biting down on his lip and trying not to shift too much. ]

[the pain isn't going away and it hurts and hurts]

We'll be done soon.

[ he closes his eyes to brace through it, nodding as he clutches the sheets beneath him harder. ]

[it's stressful

maybe a little thrilling, objectives considered - though, that might just be Ryuuhou.

he works without pause and the last hit of the needles comes later than sooner, the pain finally subsiding. Ryuuhou wipes it clean and massages Soramaru's chest around the tattoo]

[ it's nice to be finally relieved from the pain, and he breathes deeply as he relaxes into the bed. ]

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