(Absolutely a scratcher, and Feitan will take no responsibility for any injuries that might happen against this bathroom wall - they'll probably leave in a worse state than they were when they first arrived. He doesn't bother with aura to cushion the impact, even when he hears the clicking and crashing of a tile against the floor. To get Feitan like this is rarer than Squalo can imagine, so there really isn't any doubts lurking in his mind - only the desire to be with this absurdly tall psychopath, to his own confusion. Well, he can dwell on that later. For now, he's too busy squeezing the man between his legs, heel pressing on the small of Squalo's back as encouragement while he feels the touch against his stomach.
Don't leave him wanting it. Feitan himself is not one to ask with words, but his entire body is melting under Squalo's touch, from the moan that leaves his lips between starved, angry kissing all the way to how his hips chase the hand that politely awaits for his approval. His brain works overtime to find a way to piece a sentence together, but he's not very coherent at the moment, if he is ever. Feitan'll let his actions do the talking.)
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Don't leave him wanting it. Feitan himself is not one to ask with words, but his entire body is melting under Squalo's touch, from the moan that leaves his lips between starved, angry kissing all the way to how his hips chase the hand that politely awaits for his approval. His brain works overtime to find a way to piece a sentence together, but he's not very coherent at the moment, if he is ever. Feitan'll let his actions do the talking.)