The sheets and most likely the mattress itself is going to be ruined as blood runs down his sides, soaking into the bed. The moan he hears from Tseng makes warmth pool at the bottom of his stomach despite the sharp pain burning across his chest.

He lets out a small strangled cry as Tseng continues but he doesn't tell him to stop. He's not sure what Tseng is carving but he's sure that it will be flawless when it's done.

"Tseng-" it's not a plea for him to stop, he's addicted now he's chasing this high for as long as he can. This will change everything but he knows that he wants this without a doubt.