[Douman lets Fukuda touch where he wants, before moving to sit on the bed. Their hands slip around the other's waist, pulling him forward.]

...You like these wounds of mine? Fukuda...please.

[A kiss to Fukuda's chest, which seems so sweet a gesture compared to the bite from before. Don't worry. More terrible things will come.]

Do what you like. You don't mind it, do you? Haah. How wonderful. How magnificent, to find someone like you.

[Someone willing to such a thing as digging one's fingers in a wound. How beautifully depraved.]