[Izumi's legs...Sandalphon's breath catches as he thinks about it, throat going dry even though he's only just swallowed a mouthful of flesh and blood. He loves Izumi's legs, the most graceful and lovely part of an already graceful and lovely body.

And when his eyes are drawn to them, when Izumi pulls his hand over to his thigh, when he lightly squeezes it...

He has to know how this part of him will taste, too.]

...You might not be able to dance anymore if I eat too much, you know...? So if that happens...I'll take responsibility...

[He'd have to be an idiot to refuse Izumi's generosity and not partake, after all. Breathing heavily, he shifts his body, gives Izumi's thigh another squeeze...

And takes another bite.

Oh, it's heavenly, even sweeter than his shoulder; he thought well-used muscles were supposed to be tough, but the supple, delicately delicious meat in his mouth is anything but. He can't help himself as he takes another bite, barely giving himself enough time to swallow the first one.]

You taste so good, Izumi, I...I want to devour you...I promise...I promise I'll savor you, so...!

[Izumi isn't the only one going insane, it seems.]