[ Stroking Hans' ego works almost as well as physical contact. He's vain, narcissistic and desperate for praise, always. It makes him grin, almost honest or at least honest in interest. Hans is certainly interested in seeing where this goes. ]
You know I won't.
[ And he does, rolling his hips down against Oren's, trailing his kisses down as though pulled there by Oren's pulse. He hasn't had the pleasure of drinking from someone who he wasn't commanding to be still-- his blood hums louder, heightened by excitement and whatever else. Hans is going to enjoy this. ]
pretend this isn't late as shit
You know I won't.
[ And he does, rolling his hips down against Oren's, trailing his kisses down as though pulled there by Oren's pulse. He hasn't had the pleasure of drinking from someone who he wasn't commanding to be still-- his blood hums louder, heightened by excitement and whatever else. Hans is going to enjoy this. ]
What are your feelings on pain, Oren?