[ He doesn't need to be told twice. Asking in itself was a courtesy, an investment for later, a planned move-- certainly not caring, or considerate or kind. None of that. Hans bites down into Oren's neck and the taste of his blood hits his tongue, warm and metallic and so good that he can't hold back a moan. The rush it gives makes Hans' hips jump and has him crowding him in further.
He's never been more conflicted with sensation. Oren's hand takes up much of his attention, he never thought he could feel more but his lips around his neck and the warm slick taste of copper down his throat has Hans getting harder faster better stronger than he's ever gotten, especially considering he's undead. The sound of Oren's heartbeat rings in his head as he drinks down, and he might need to stop soon, perhaps, but not right now, not yet. He's enjoying this too much.
Yeah, food and sex, who knew the two could go together so well? ]
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He's never been more conflicted with sensation. Oren's hand takes up much of his attention, he never thought he could feel more but his lips around his neck and the warm slick taste of copper down his throat has Hans getting harder faster
better strongerthan he's ever gotten, especially considering he's undead. The sound of Oren's heartbeat rings in his head as he drinks down, and he might need to stop soon, perhaps, but not right now, not yet. He's enjoying this too much.Yeah, food and sex, who knew the two could go together so well? ]