[Those teeth sinking into his flesh are certainly painful, even moreso than when Reign and Diva had fed on him, but of course Chuuya doesn’t protest, instead threading gloved fingers through soft, golden hair as Shell drinks from his neck.
No, he’s not into pretty boys crying, so any sparks of arousal he’d felt are quickly snuffed out, but it’s fine. This is for Shell’s health, after all, and Chuuya is just really fucking glad the guy had finally come to his senses.
It’s odd, how intimate it feels without being sexual, and Chuuya just keeps sliding his fingers through Shell’s hair until he feels he’s had enough. He won’t let the guy drain him dry, but he doesn’t think he has to worry about that anyway with how borderline gentle he was about feeding from Chuuya.]
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No, he’s not into pretty boys crying, so any sparks of arousal he’d felt are quickly snuffed out, but it’s fine. This is for Shell’s health, after all, and Chuuya is just really fucking glad the guy had finally come to his senses.
It’s odd, how intimate it feels without being sexual, and Chuuya just keeps sliding his fingers through Shell’s hair until he feels he’s had enough. He won’t let the guy drain him dry, but he doesn’t think he has to worry about that anyway with how borderline gentle he was about feeding from Chuuya.]