[Likewise, Shell was relishing the added sensations given by the fyrra, every drop of Chuuya's blood on his lips tasting better than anything that's ever passed between them before. A growing heat settles in the pit of his stomach, surging upward and having his own cock throbbing behind the tight confines of his pants.]
[And yet despite it all, despite their closeness and the fact that Shell is more or less shamelessly pressing himself against Chuuya, when he feels him buck his hips up against his own, everything suddenly becomes much more real than it was before. A shuddering gasp escapes his lips as his fingertips dig into the fabric of Chuuya's robe. His heart feels like it could jump right out of his chest for how fast it's beating. And it's those words -- that order -- that Chuuya practically groans out that has Shell feeling conflicted.]
[Naturally there's a strong part of him that wants to obey. It would be so easy to slide into a routine like this, to block everything else out and think only of what he could do for Chuuya. Hell, he was already there, wasn't he? Even this, even feeding on human blood, wasn't something he chose to do entirely for himself...]
[But he's not so deep in denial that he knows that would be okay. It would hurt. Beneath the buzz of arousal, something about this whole situation feels so foreign and wrong that it has his stomach twisting up in a way that's entirely unfamiliar.]
[Was he a bad person for wanting this? For wanting to pretend and play along, just as he did with One? Chuuya wasn't One, after all. He wasn't his master. He was his friend.]
[And his friend wouldn't want to let him get hurt.]
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[And yet despite it all, despite their closeness and the fact that Shell is more or less shamelessly pressing himself against Chuuya, when he feels him buck his hips up against his own, everything suddenly becomes much more real than it was before. A shuddering gasp escapes his lips as his fingertips dig into the fabric of Chuuya's robe. His heart feels like it could jump right out of his chest for how fast it's beating. And it's those words -- that order -- that Chuuya practically groans out that has Shell feeling conflicted.]
[Naturally there's a strong part of him that wants to obey. It would be so easy to slide into a routine like this, to block everything else out and think only of what he could do for Chuuya. Hell, he was already there, wasn't he? Even this, even feeding on human blood, wasn't something he chose to do entirely for himself...]
[But he's not so deep in denial that he knows that would be okay. It would hurt. Beneath the buzz of arousal, something about this whole situation feels so foreign and wrong that it has his stomach twisting up in a way that's entirely unfamiliar.]
[Was he a bad person for wanting this? For wanting to pretend and play along, just as he did with One? Chuuya wasn't One, after all. He wasn't his master. He was his friend.]
[And his friend wouldn't want to let him get hurt.]