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“My dear Kaneki,” Furuta murmurs, fixing his teeth on Kaneki’s lower lip. “You taste delicious.”
“When did you become Tsukiyama?” Kaneki still looks innocent every time they’re together.
“Since I tasted you.” Furuta winks and pushes Kaneki back onto the bed.
Kaneki rolls his eyes. “You’re so dramatic.”
“I have to be. I’m a Washuu.” Furuta slips his hands under Kaneki’s rear. “And you’re my little dragon.”
Kaneki snorts as Furuta begins his ministrations. “Maybe I’ll eat you, then.”
“I mean, that would be part of my goal.”
“Oh my god. Why are you like this.” Kaneki’s voice is flat, but his eyes smirk back.
“I have a better idea,” Kaneki adds after a moment. “I’m not going to be your little dragon. I’ll be your centipede.”
“Are you going to sting me?” Furuta gasps.
“Precisely.” Kaneki rolls atop Furuta and grins down at him.
“Well, this is different.” And Furuta likes different.
Mercy and Magic 