[ Larus thinks about that for a moment, pausing in his exploration of warm skin. ]
Blood, [ he says in a whisper, gently knocking his forehead against Dorian's as he hums a little to himself. ] I'm full.
[ Which makes him stronger, more alive. If there was light in the room, his skin might even have an almost flushed tone to it—the aftermath of consuming too much blood too quickly. His body will process it as it always does, but for now, it's affecting him on a completely different level. He feels light and comfortable, in need of affection until he's satisfied himself.
He kisses him again, fingers tracing over the curves of Dorian's shoulders and swirling towards his chest. His pulse is so loud right now. It almost echoes through him. ]
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Blood, [ he says in a whisper, gently knocking his forehead against Dorian's as he hums a little to himself. ] I'm full.
[ Which makes him stronger, more alive. If there was light in the room, his skin might even have an almost flushed tone to it—the aftermath of consuming too much blood too quickly. His body will process it as it always does, but for now, it's affecting him on a completely different level. He feels light and comfortable, in need of affection until he's satisfied himself.
He kisses him again, fingers tracing over the curves of Dorian's shoulders and swirling towards his chest. His pulse is so loud right now. It almost echoes through him. ]
I like touching you.