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"I don't know if I trust myself, darling." It's hard to admit, but the feeling of his reaper pressed so close, to feel him so warm against his skin, it was almost overwhelming. With a low noise he noses at the crux of Mattheiu's shoulder, inhaling slowly to keep himself still. "Fuck but you smell so good. I want to bite, oh hells do I want to, but I promise darling, I promise you that I don't want to hurt you."