[Teeth linger only long enough to pierce the spot, just enough to allow some bloodflow, nothing overtly threatening, dangerous. His lips purse and spread over the spot, selfishly indulging in the bounty, taking his time to respond.]
Isn't it obvious?
[Hips fall forward, intentions obvious. Another hand slips between, not to enhance anything for anyone but himself. A flat palm rests over his heart, slipping beneath fabric to do so. A thumb automatically shifts and works against scarring. His tongue chases a trail of blood down his forearm, a purse of appreciation muffles the spot of its absence.]
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Isn't it obvious?
[Hips fall forward, intentions obvious. Another hand slips between, not to enhance anything for anyone but himself. A flat palm rests over his heart, slipping beneath fabric to do so. A thumb automatically shifts and works against scarring. His tongue chases a trail of blood down his forearm, a purse of appreciation muffles the spot of its absence.]
We're doing things differently this time.