[Unbidden, his breath caught in his throat and was held there as he felt the blade tip move, gliding upwards along Richard's pale flesh. Beads of red blossomed from the shallow injury, and his eyes flicked down from his lover's face to view the minor laceration. His attention distracted by the show, his breath still caught in his throat as he felt a flush of heat in his guts, exacerbated by the sudden feeling of fingers gripping his hair.
That's when his breath shuddered out of him, and he didn't put up more than token resistance as his head was pulled to one side. His blue eye closed and he shifted in his seat - not quite squirming - when he felt Richard's tongue against his neck over the stinging little injury. He experienced the first stirrings of interest, which might have been as surprising as the bite.
Lust built swiftly and one hand reached out to seize his lover by a thigh as his eyes watched Richard. Breathing increased, and he shifted again in the chair, allured and hyperfocused on this strange and not unpleasant turn of events.]
Hmmm, very well... [He stared at Richard, feeling the blood smeared on his lips, and his tongue tip darted out to taste it. His free hand stroked down his lover's arm holding his hair and then snapped out to curl in Richard's hair in return.
He pulled his lover's head back with whatever force necessary barring pulling out hunks of hair and leaned in so he could put his mouth over that bleeding injury, savouring the thousands of pinpricks of sensation where Richard still held his hair.] Equals then....
cw: bloodplay omg
That's when his breath shuddered out of him, and he didn't put up more than token resistance as his head was pulled to one side. His blue eye closed and he shifted in his seat - not quite squirming - when he felt Richard's tongue against his neck over the stinging little injury. He experienced the first stirrings of interest, which might have been as surprising as the bite.
Lust built swiftly and one hand reached out to seize his lover by a thigh as his eyes watched Richard. Breathing increased, and he shifted again in the chair, allured and hyperfocused on this strange and not unpleasant turn of events.]
Hmmm, very well... [He stared at Richard, feeling the blood smeared on his lips, and his tongue tip darted out to taste it. His free hand stroked down his lover's arm holding his hair and then snapped out to curl in Richard's hair in return.
He pulled his lover's head back with whatever force necessary barring pulling out hunks of hair and leaned in so he could put his mouth over that bleeding injury, savouring the thousands of pinpricks of sensation where Richard still held his hair.] Equals then....