Armand settles as urged. Feels the bloodtaking like a golden thread drawn through his skin, heart to wrist. Thinks it would be nice to test that hunger, offer his blood after a couple of days, and it is perhaps the most clearly expressed desire he has spoken to himself since he first offered his wrist, at least as far as Daniel is concerned.
Aware of his body beneath him, of wanting it. Armand's hand sliding up his chest as Daniel drinks, curling around his throat to feel the shift of muscle with each swallow, thumb following the path of his adam's apple with the barest scrape of nail.
Daniel, not stopping. Armand lets him have it for some time before finally drawing his wrist down, a spill of blood glistening on the other man's chin. He wants—
He wants. Armand holds himself here, still, studying. He is a split second from acting on impulse, but a moment, first, to judge the reflection of himself in eyes that have gone—what colour?
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Aware of his body beneath him, of wanting it. Armand's hand sliding up his chest as Daniel drinks, curling around his throat to feel the shift of muscle with each swallow, thumb following the path of his adam's apple with the barest scrape of nail.
Daniel, not stopping. Armand lets him have it for some time before finally drawing his wrist down, a spill of blood glistening on the other man's chin. He wants—
He wants. Armand holds himself here, still, studying. He is a split second from acting on impulse, but a moment, first, to judge the reflection of himself in eyes that have gone—what colour?