[Oren gasps out at the bite, flattening against the door as Hans' presence surrounds him. A shiver runs through his whole body, and it's accompanied by a rush flowing from his neck that has his head spinning and his knees feeling a little weak. It's just enough to be thrilling, and in sign of his interest, he grants Hans a more firm stroke.
He hadn't thought being fed on would be so appealing, but it's the show of control that has him, he thinks. He can appreciate it, admire it, crave it— but what he does notice is the severe lack of every other bit of Hans on him.
Pressing his palm up for a more teasing motion, he groans against Hans' ear, or the closest he can get. His own hips roll up desperately. Needy.]
Do tell me you at least to reward me for this feast of yours. You're making me impatient.
I had "Should Hans growl or purr idk" in my drafts this whole time
[ Grudgingly, Hans pulls his mouth away from Oren's neck, admiring the drip of blood from the wound. He slides his tongue right against and laps up what remains with kisses that grow in intensity. It's not easy keeping himself reined like this, with Oren's hand at his hips and his blood on Hans' lips. But he can think of a few other ways to reward him for the meal. ]
I plan to. [ Hans presses against Oren firmly, arms coming around to hold up his hips. Hans is strong enough for the both of them. He can let go. ] You've been very good.
[Leaving Hans to find his own ways to solve the wants of his arousal, he stops palming him and wraps his arms around Hans' neck instead. With him holding him like this, it's all the easier to wrap his legs around Hans' waist. He grinds against him in the process, groaning softly at both that and the lips lingering near his neck.]
You want to fuck me? [He's too impatient now, dropping politeness for a low, wanting voice. He inhales slowly, fingers curling at the base of Hans' neck. Trusting Hans' strength and leaning forward, Oren kisses at his jaw, just near his ear.]
It's not just anyone who's allowed that. But for Prince Hans... [He moans there, pulling himself closer still. Get to it.] I'll allow it.
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no I luv it tho
He hadn't thought being fed on would be so appealing, but it's the show of control that has him, he thinks. He can appreciate it, admire it, crave it— but what he does notice is the severe lack of every other bit of Hans on him.
Pressing his palm up for a more teasing motion, he groans against Hans' ear, or the closest he can get. His own hips roll up desperately. Needy.]
Do tell me you at least to reward me for this feast of yours. You're making me impatient.
I had "Should Hans growl or purr idk" in my drafts this whole time
I plan to. [ Hans presses against Oren firmly, arms coming around to hold up his hips. Hans is strong enough for the both of them. He can let go. ] You've been very good.
the answer is obvs both
You want to fuck me? [He's too impatient now, dropping politeness for a low, wanting voice. He inhales slowly, fingers curling at the base of Hans' neck. Trusting Hans' strength and leaning forward, Oren kisses at his jaw, just near his ear.]
It's not just anyone who's allowed that. But for Prince Hans... [He moans there, pulling himself closer still. Get to it.] I'll allow it.