[The sloppiness doesn't pass Mephisto's notice, and he'll at least make an attempt at reaching up to pull his scarf free -- he's washed blood off of it more times than necessary at this point, and he doesn't need another repeat. At the very least, he's counting on Reign's desire for his blood to keep him from getting too sloppy and letting it spill everywhere. He has half a mind to remind him, really--]
[But then something changes. It's subtle at first -- just enough to send an odd chill down his spine, suddenly making him all the more aware of just how ravenously Reign is feeding on him. But then it starts to grow stronger, and he finds his hands moving off the desk and grabbing up handfuls of Reign's shirt, not sure whether he wants to hold him there or force him away.]
[What is this... this tension? The atmosphere suddenly feels so different, even ignoring the sweet scent that hangs in the air. Heart racing, he finally opts to pull Reign in closer, pressing their bodies together as if trying to will away this strange sensation of discomfort in the back of this mind by overwhelming it with something else.]
[He hadn't meant to give up any control -- even with Reign hungrily feeding on him like this, he was still the one calling the shots. But his mind feels hazy, losing focus and finding it harder to rationalize holding himself back right now. Another groan escapes his lips, as he allows himself an almost hushed whisper of "more".]
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[But then something changes. It's subtle at first -- just enough to send an odd chill down his spine, suddenly making him all the more aware of just how ravenously Reign is feeding on him. But then it starts to grow stronger, and he finds his hands moving off the desk and grabbing up handfuls of Reign's shirt, not sure whether he wants to hold him there or force him away.]
[What is this... this tension? The atmosphere suddenly feels so different, even ignoring the sweet scent that hangs in the air. Heart racing, he finally opts to pull Reign in closer, pressing their bodies together as if trying to will away this strange sensation of discomfort in the back of this mind by overwhelming it with something else.]
[He hadn't meant to give up any control -- even with Reign hungrily feeding on him like this, he was still the one calling the shots. But his mind feels hazy, losing focus and finding it harder to rationalize holding himself back right now. Another groan escapes his lips, as he allows himself an almost hushed whisper of "more".]