[There's a brief moment where Shell stops without pulling back, hearing Chuuya curse, thinking maybe he hurt him too much. Especially when Chuuya starts to cling to him...]
[But then he feels that pressing up against his thighs, and realizes that definitely wasn't a curse to try and get him to stop.]
[But it does have him stop, his head spinning a little as he realizes just how compromising their position is right now. He's straddled shamelessly in Chuuya's lap, that black robe slipping further down his shoulders as he clings, sucking on his neck and biting at his skin... Shell's never actually considered the act of feeding to be something he'd find arousing, but he knows it's not exactly an uncommon thing back home. Hell, feeding was probably just a precursor to play when it came to most vampires and their human arts...]
[But something still felt different. It didn't feel like something Shell was doing for his own enjoyment, or even out of necessity. It felt like he was doing something for Chuuya.]
[And it's with that in mind that he resumes sucking on Chuuya's neck, his tongue lapping at the wound. And as he feels Chuuya's cock stiffening between them, rather than sit back, he shifts even closer -- pressing their hips together to give Chuuya just a bit of pressure and friction.]
[He's not sure how to feel about it just yet, but for all his uncertainty, he can't deny the thrill that runs up his spine at the feeling of just how good he was making him feel.]
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[But then he feels that pressing up against his thighs, and realizes that definitely wasn't a curse to try and get him to stop.]
[But it does have him stop, his head spinning a little as he realizes just how compromising their position is right now. He's straddled shamelessly in Chuuya's lap, that black robe slipping further down his shoulders as he clings, sucking on his neck and biting at his skin... Shell's never actually considered the act of feeding to be something he'd find arousing, but he knows it's not exactly an uncommon thing back home. Hell, feeding was probably just a precursor to play when it came to most vampires and their human arts...]
[But something still felt different. It didn't feel like something Shell was doing for his own enjoyment, or even out of necessity. It felt like he was doing something for Chuuya.]
[And it's with that in mind that he resumes sucking on Chuuya's neck, his tongue lapping at the wound. And as he feels Chuuya's cock stiffening between them, rather than sit back, he shifts even closer -- pressing their hips together to give Chuuya just a bit of pressure and friction.]
[He's not sure how to feel about it just yet, but for all his uncertainty, he can't deny the thrill that runs up his spine at the feeling of just how good he was making him feel.]