Could the scent of vanilla and the metallic odor of blood ever seem so appealing?
Kaito burrowed deeper into the heat, the aroma burning headier and more complex.
"Kaito, what do you think you're doing?" Shinichi wrenched the messy head tickling the underside of her ear.
The intrusive, petulant, no-sense-of-personal-space idiot had innocently nestled his head onto her shoulder, which was fine about half an hour ago.
But when she began to feel him take long inhalations by the crook of her neck, his lips hovering over her rapidly beating pulse point, she knew this had to stop.
"Get away from me." She stated, determined to finish her homework even if he was being difficult.
He pressed a kiss on the surface behind her ear.
"But, Shin-chan, I like where I am~"
"Then freaking behave you damn perv."
And apparently, Shinichi learned, behaving for Kaito meant somehow getting her to sit on his lap while he explained to her about quadrilateral differentials.