[ is there any other way to put it but foolish? things are destined to end, one way or the other, but that doesn't mean what exists in the interim can't be good. perhaps it shouldn't be, but familiarity and obsession and need have fed into this, and it is what it is now: two fools doing foolish things together.
it burns when he swallows too, scalding his throat all the way down, and he revels in that too. it would heal instantly, of course, if he wasn't still so busily lapping up whatever blood he can get to. so the pain lingers, which he likes well enough, and when anderson guides his hand he allows it, hand pressing flat to his stomach and fingers spreading as the pads of them press down. hungry for blood as ever, but doubly so hungry for touch: his arm shifts of its own accord then as he urges his body close, arm fully coiling around him as he hunches forward to clean off more of his skin.
he's well aware of their positioning, and has no intention of abuse, no. all he intends is closeness, and want, and to make this moment linger as long as he can make it. he's also cognizant that he's still fully clothed, which is less of a hindrance than one would expect, but really it just means he's sort of thinking about that in context with their situation.
only when he's cleaned off every bit of skin he can easily reach like this does he straighten, mouthing once again over his nape as his tongue and mouth and throat heal over--there's a scrape of teeth but it promises affection, not a bite. ]
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it burns when he swallows too, scalding his throat all the way down, and he revels in that too. it would heal instantly, of course, if he wasn't still so busily lapping up whatever blood he can get to. so the pain lingers, which he likes well enough, and when anderson guides his hand he allows it, hand pressing flat to his stomach and fingers spreading as the pads of them press down. hungry for blood as ever, but doubly so hungry for touch: his arm shifts of its own accord then as he urges his body close, arm fully coiling around him as he hunches forward to clean off more of his skin.
he's well aware of their positioning, and has no intention of abuse, no. all he intends is closeness, and want, and to make this moment linger as long as he can make it. he's also cognizant that he's still fully clothed, which is less of a hindrance than one would expect, but really it just means he's sort of thinking about that in context with their situation.
only when he's cleaned off every bit of skin he can easily reach like this does he straighten, mouthing once again over his nape as his tongue and mouth and throat heal over--there's a scrape of teeth but it promises affection, not a bite. ]