It felt just like it had the first time but this time those eyes were narrowed into slits as they stayed on his face. The hand dug deeper into Allen's chest and a soft sound escaping him, Allen gripped the slim wrist with a tight hand—he heard the bones crack and watched that face twist in pain but never looking away. Those eyes brushed him all over, his mouth, his cheeks, his scar, his neck and then in something that wasn't pain at all, Tyki Mikk groaned and hissed 'yes'...