Too close for Su-jin's comfort. Too close for a young and reasonably isolated monster monster whose senses are too sharp. So close Su-jin can feel the heat rolling off his body, can feel every subtle shift of muscle, the very movement of Vena's blood in his veins. And, oh the smell of him! While Vena breathes in deeply, Su-jin tries not to. It's instinct more than a conscious choice — one that doesn't last long. He's a monster, but he needs to breathe. A most unfortunate thing in instances like this.

More than just needing to breathe, Su-jin sucks in a sharp breath at Vena's suggestion. There's no way the incubus can know that he's kept a very firm boundary between himself and others since the monster woke in him. Su-jin can barely remember a time he's touched another's skin when he wasn't also tearing through it with teeth and claws. It's... an uncomfortable thought combined with the atmosphere in this room and the growing tension between them.

Su-jin swallows the lump in his throat. There's a long enough span of time between what Vena said and any action on Su-jin's part to betray his hesitation. Maybe the reason for ti can be guessed. Or maybe Vena doesn't care to speculate on it the matter when he's trying to push them in a more physically intimate direction. There isn't any question of how this is all going to go. It's simply a matter of how long Su-jin's inexperience and hang-up prolong the encounter.

"I... I haven't touched another's skin outside of feeding in a very long time..." Even as he explains, his hands move to find their way under whatever might be between them and Vena's torso.