When he finally breaks away it's only so that he can drag his lips down the expanse of Mattheiu's neck. There's a fierce urge to bite, which should probably be far more interesting in itself than he's giving thought to, but that doesn't matter in the slightest when the reaper is pressed against him so nicely. "Of course you did."
He bites once, twice, and it's so intensely satisfying that he groans his approval against the heated skin beneath his mouth. It's only when the slight taste of iron crosses his tongue that he comes to, and as he pulls away he frowns at the momentary loss of control. Strange, it wasn't like him at all. "Ah, I'm sorry darling. Got a bit carried away."
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Date: 2017-02-06 01:51 am (UTC)From:He bites once, twice, and it's so intensely satisfying that he groans his approval against the heated skin beneath his mouth. It's only when the slight taste of iron crosses his tongue that he comes to, and as he pulls away he frowns at the momentary loss of control. Strange, it wasn't like him at all. "Ah, I'm sorry darling. Got a bit carried away."
More than a bit, apparently.