[ At the very least, there was something that Yuri would never have to worry about when they did things like this: Battler could get rough. He could bruise her skin, but she would never get the damning evidence of a hicky because of her inability to remain damaged. Battler, on the other hand... could. Yuri lightly pushed him back and pulled the top of his shirt down and to the side, revealing Battler's own collarbone. Yuri was back on her toes, leaning in to lick at the skin, then suck on it. She wanted to mark him, in a place no one could see it. It wouldn't be breaking the rules-- what happened in the cape would stay in the cape, since Battler probably wouldn't take it off, right? ]
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