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Those first kisses were always so damn deceptive.

A lazy meeting of lips, tongues slowly exploring every inch of moist, slick heat, and it would be so goddamn fucking /gentle/. So gentle that when a slender hand snaked its way into his hair and pulled him down towards smooth white sheets, Ban could almost pretend that he was kissing someone he cared for, and that what was to come would actually be lovemaking.

Then a scalpel would gleam in the darkness, and the first blood of the night would be drawn. And everything after that would be far from gentle.