"Still not feeling it, eh? Midousuji-kun?"
Midousuji shook his head. Yeah, nothing yet.
Hands shaking slightly, Mizuta tightened the makeshift forceps around the cracked tooth and gave it another sharp yank. The sound of the tooth being pulled apart from the gum was fleshy and sickening, yet it still hadn't fully come out. Mizuta really wished he didn't have to do this, but what Midousuji-kun said, went.
Mizuta pulled away a bit, sweat beading on his forehead. Midousuji brought his tongue up to the tooth, loosening it with the tip, wiggling the tooth around. Mizuta drew in a breath and tried not to think too hard about what he was about to do.
"It- It doesn't hurt?" he asked timidly.
Midousuji gave him a blank look.
"Not really," he said, almost casually.
Then he pointed at his tooth again, gesturing at Mizuta to bring the forceps close again. Mizuta shuddered inwardly, but did as he was told.
This time, he tugged on the tooth with more force. Mizuta was on the verge of dropping the forceps when the tooth started coming out. The roots were long and situated so deep in Midousuji's gums that pulling them out caused new wounds to open up. Blood was getting everywhere. It was on Mizuta's hands, on his face, it even got onto his white shirt.
Mizuta closed his eyes, grimaced, and pulled until he no longer felt any resistance and he was confident that the tooth was fully out.
Mizuta winced, placing the forceps and the bloody tooth on the side table with trembling hands. As he paused to catch his breath, he felt hands descending on the sides of his head, turning his face towards Midousuji's. And then he felt Midousuji's lips on his and the long tongue in his mouth, twirling around and dragging against his palate. The taste and scent of blood was overwhelming. It overpowered the senses, making Mizuta feel almost intoxicated.
Midousuji pulled away, expression still blank.
"How does it taste, then?"
Mizuta blinked.
Midousuji repeated the question. "My blood. How does it taste?"
Mizuta didn't understand. "But- Midousuji-kun!" It was all over his mouth. How could he not taste it?
Midousuji stretched out his hand and held it against Mizuta's chest, listening to his heartbeat pounding fast.
Midousuji grabbed forceps from the sideboard and held them before Mizuta's eyes.
"I couldn't feel anything. Now, I want you to tell me how you feel."