He wasn't sure about these fake teeth things Kubo-chan was carefully slipping onto his own. He eyed the new veneers wearily, personally, he preferred Kubo-chan's real teeth, but as the sharp porcelain points carefully sliced through his flesh, the pounding of the pulsing vein speeding his life's blood throughout his body, going so fast he thought he'd faint from the quickening of his breath and blood. Kubota's tongue was doing some amazing work on the super-sensitive flesh around the opening, twisting and lapping until all he could hear was Kubota's breath and all he could feel was the rising heat between them.
And while the pain was sharp and insistent he couldn't help but want more. Calling out Kubo-chan's name he felt the tension leap from somewhere deep inside of him, slashing hot and sticky across his stomach and chest. In the afterglow all he could think was that he really liked this Halloween thing.