[ Between one breath and the next there is suddenly a weight on his chest. First that of Chris' hand but then there's more. Heavy and solid and maybe he could fight it? He's not even sure, but he doesn't care. It feels good and it makes his breath hard to draw and he likes that as well.
He can't help but bring one hand up, fingers curling around Chris' wrist but not making any move to get away from him. Just wanting to feel his pulse, the warmth of his skin and just knowing that it's the other man and not something else... and yet it's something else all together. ]
OH I definitely know where I'm going to get blood before this is over. I can't wait.
[ He aches for Chris' touch as much as he wants his blood, and yet he wants to play the game, to go along with it.
Kyle doesn't know about mending but he knows one thing. He's loving it all. ]
Maybe? I suppose.
[ Yet even as he says it, he writhes, fingers caressing over Chris' wrist, taunting the other man to see what he'll do. ]
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He can't help but bring one hand up, fingers curling around Chris' wrist but not making
any move to get away from him. Just wanting to feel his pulse, the warmth of his skin and just knowing that it's the other man and not something else... and yet it's something else all together. ]
OH I definitely know where I'm going to get blood before this is over. I can't wait.
[ He aches for Chris' touch as much as he wants his blood, and yet he wants to play the game, to go along with it.
Kyle doesn't know about mending but he knows one thing. He's loving it all. ]
Maybe? I suppose.
[ Yet even as he says it, he writhes, fingers caressing over Chris' wrist, taunting the other man to see what he'll do. ]