[Eichi stands there, unfettered by shame or good taste, his hands still at Fox's hips while Fox's hands linger on his unzipped pants, as though he were afraid of what he might unleash when they drop.]

If the shoe fits~

[And oh how it fits. Eichi, beautiful, graceful, with light pouring off of his body in every direction; the fallen, the wicked, the one who punishes others because of his own ego, his own envy.]

Who else is as wicked as me, and even half as tempting? And even if I've yet to have that crown...

[He digs his claws into Fox, holding tight, hoping it hurts.]

...I will.