[There's no suppressing the shudder that crawls down Sandalphon's spine at the suggestion, his mind immediately and unhelpfully reminding him of all the times Izumi worshipped his thighs, kissing and sucking and biting until they ached. Yes, he wants to admit, yes, he wants Izumi to bite him the way he always did, even as he catches sight of those inhumanly sharp teeth in his mouth, he'd give anything to feel it one more time—]

I won't stop you if you try. This was your idea, after all, so you should at least be allowed to do what you want.

[But setting up expectations for Izumi to meet is failing the both of them.

He pushes the waistband of his leggings down to his knees, enough to expose every inch of his thighs, refusing to say he wants to be bitten but wordlessly encouraging Izumi to do it.]

...I want you to enjoy yourself, no matter what.

[Even if it doesn't end up bringing back his lost memories...even if this leads nowhere, he's trembling at the very thought of being able to touch Izumi, of Izumi touching him, after so long.]

I want...

[He just wants Izumi.]