In most cases, the hygienically obsessed boy would gawk at the thought of his clothes being torn. In this case, he flinched the first few times he heard the sound but did nothing to stop the offending hands. The final tear made him shoot a petulant stare Tatsuya's way. He was breathing heavy at how intensely intimate this was becoming and his arms ached to be reaching for weapons out of habit. He sighed deeply and reached to undo the strap that held the scabbard of both swords to his pants and threw them to the side, knowing that this was not the kind of confrontation he need worry about, regardless of his instincts.<br/><br/>As Tatsuya leaned in on him, he was forced more and more onto his back and he squirmed uncomfortably at how forceful he was becoming. It was exactly what he would want in the end, but he'd never admit it and never made things go so easy for anyone he partnered with. "I didn't know there needed to be a formal way of fucking someone." he responded flatly, locking unimpressed eyes with those of the man above him.<br/><br/>The kisses threw him off guard. Tatsuya's aggression tempered with such tenderness was really a strangely pleasant mix. It was instinct for Ri to run away at this point - to begin his usual game of cat and mouse until his partner was lost in rage and lust and wanted no more of the game. But he found himself reaching arms around the demon's neck before he even had a chance to contemplate the movement and soon he had his lips pressed to the other's and bit lightly on his bottom lip again, waiting to see what else he would do.