Admittedly, Hiei had been intentionally pushing Kurama from the beginning. Had been prodding and stabbing at the other demon (emotionally instead of physically, for once) to push him away. To make it so that, maybe, he would think twice about wanting to pursue any type of relationship with him again and spare them both the discomfort of it all. The little fire demon was still unconvinced that either of them wanted this for anything more than a sense of familiarity, at the end of the day.
They had known one another for so long, prior to Kurama's death, it would make sense in its own way to simply go right back to what was familiar and comfortable for most. For Hiei he still wasn't quite sure how he felt about it at all, much less wrapped up in the rest of the complicated circumstances that made up their relationship in the first place.
To him, it hadn't seemed so complicated before, but that was then, he supposes. Time changed many things once it had the time to march onward.
Hiei doesn't make a sound of pain as Kurama bites back with less reserve, instead pushing back a sound as he presses forward, a motion to refuse to give in, to fight back even in some meek way. He can't admit to himself that the bite is getting a rise out of him in the most awkward of ways, considering their current situation. Pushing back with a low growl is better, he supposes, head angling ever so slightly so that he can be so bold as to attempt to press his tongue in to Kurama's mouth. They're already here, throwing gasoline on the fire so to speak, so he could not shy away and simply allow Kurama to get away with it so easily.
This is precisely why Hiei twists his arms, trying to wheedle away from the fox's grasp and wrap his fingers in the fabric of Kurama's shirt, some tangible way to keep hold of him as well.
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They had known one another for so long, prior to Kurama's death, it would make sense in its own way to simply go right back to what was familiar and comfortable for most. For Hiei he still wasn't quite sure how he felt about it at all, much less wrapped up in the rest of the complicated circumstances that made up their relationship in the first place.
To him, it hadn't seemed so complicated before, but that was then, he supposes. Time changed many things once it had the time to march onward.
Hiei doesn't make a sound of pain as Kurama bites back with less reserve, instead pushing back a sound as he presses forward, a motion to refuse to give in, to fight back even in some meek way. He can't admit to himself that the bite is getting a rise out of him in the most awkward of ways, considering their current situation. Pushing back with a low growl is better, he supposes, head angling ever so slightly so that he can be so bold as to attempt to press his tongue in to Kurama's mouth. They're already here, throwing gasoline on the fire so to speak, so he could not shy away and simply allow Kurama to get away with it so easily.
This is precisely why Hiei twists his arms, trying to wheedle away from the fox's grasp and wrap his fingers in the fabric of Kurama's shirt, some tangible way to keep hold of him as well.