[letting his jacket drop to the floor, fox drags his fingers along the line of muscle from eichi's shoulder to his collarbone, catching on the fabric. he wants to tear it off of eichi's body, wants to hear the sound of fabric ripping, wants to pull eichi against him and feel the heat of his body pressed close--

but he resists. not yet. don't give in yet. you're not an animal, fox. (however much he wants to bite into eichi's neck, wants to spill his blood and tear him open, tear him to pieces--)

fox worries his own lip instead and works on removing eichi's shirt, as steadily as he can, fingers flexing every time the urge to rip buttons off rises in him]