-> Sann, slap Albus
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Sann shivers at the command. His whole body pulling disgusted as he calmly marches his way to the albino. He´s making dinner and humming to himself a gentle song when Sann taps his shoulder.
The albino barely turns halfway before a hand flies straight to his face.
There is a dry thud of flesh falling against flesh and Sann´s stomach jumps before a strong grip on his wrist makes him flinch.
Two red eyes are nailed on him as the pressure of Albus´ grip on him tightens. His glare is nothing but cutting as he squeezes hard enough for Sann to take a step back.
At his yelp, Albus´ eyes light up again.
"Sann?" he asks in a whisper before quickly letting go of his hand, his fingers marking the scarred skin and turning it a bright red. "I´m sorry--!"
Sann´s other hand flies to finish the order he has a haunting impulse to comply to. But just like before, Albus catches his wrist and yanks it down so hard, Sann bends over.
"What´s wrong with you today?" Albus laughs nervously before letting go of his wrist again, trying to act calm but he can see the way his shoulders hunch and he keeps his hands open in wait of another flying hand coming his way. "Is this some game or..?"
Sann feels a shiver down his spine at the way Albus tilts his head at him.
"...I didn´t know you were that strong" Sann signs before massaging his burning wrists. Well, it was true that that Christmas, the shrimp in front of him had carried him on his own, but...Albus´ eyes drop to see his fingerprints over Sann´s skin before jumping to apologize.
"I-I´m not! I just- You surprised me and I just- I´m sorry. I thought this had stopped already..."
Sann stared at him with a puzzled look. Albus began to blush before blowing a long sigh.
"It used to be a problem in training too" He laughed after a second, crossing his arms over his chest "It´s not good to have reflexes this good if I catch the canes before they hit me when I´m receiving a punishment, right?" he said with a forced smile, before his body flinched at Sann´s hand coming closer to his face.
He stayed there a second, waiting for a reaction, but when his arms stubbornly stayed down, he lightly patted the albino´s cheek. Finally, the compulsion dissapeared.
"We´re not in training anymore" Sann signed after a moment, watching as a certain relief washed over the albino. "Sorry for that. It was just a...game" he signed and he clearly felt the drop on his guts at the implications of that.
If Albus believed him or not, he didn´t show. He simply took his wrists into his hands and started rubbing the throbbing skin whispering little sorries.