[ Hans isn't exactly trusting, but he's certainly pressing back against Oren's hand, hissing softly at the pressure and enjoying every inch of Oren's touch. His blood normally runs so cold, but that's quickly changing. It could change even more if Oren let it. ]
Your blood. [ Hans speaks into Oren's neck, sucking hard on his nape, nearly drooling from the blood pumping just beneath his skin. Carefully, so carefully, Hans lowers his teeth onto Oren's skin, enough for him to feel sharp fangs teasing, pressing against him but holding in place. Hans is enjoying the attention-- he doesn't want that to stop just because he wants to feed. ] Let me. Please. I can almost taste it...
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Your blood. [ Hans speaks into Oren's neck, sucking hard on his nape, nearly drooling from the blood pumping just beneath his skin. Carefully, so carefully, Hans lowers his teeth onto Oren's skin, enough for him to feel sharp fangs teasing, pressing against him but holding in place. Hans is enjoying the attention-- he doesn't want that to stop just because he wants to feed. ] Let me. Please. I can almost taste it...