[He can't form words or thoughts around the gasping breaths which thrusts requires and he knows he must look, rolling his hips to meet those thrusts, legs spread and body quaking. How his nails dig deep and leave necrotic, black crescents behind that will take a day to fade. He needs this, needs Kyle's body against him, the way his cock digs into him and those fangs grow and Chris needs nothing more than the exquisite pleasure of his lover's dick and the sharp pinch of fangs.]
Yes.
[It's a hungry thing, the way he says it, and his nails drag sharply from shoulders around and down the other man's back as Chris holds him close...and tosses yet more magic, stronger magic, into the dig of his nails. Wide but shallow wounds tear down behind the trail of Chris' fingers, as though each bore a sharp talon he ripped at Kyle with.]
I'll take your blood....you take mine, darling-Ah!
[A harder thrust bows his back and stills his hips, even if not his nails, leaving him to cling to Kyle with all the desperation he feels.]
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Yes.
[It's a hungry thing, the way he says it, and his nails drag sharply from shoulders around and down the other man's back as Chris holds him close...and tosses yet more magic, stronger magic, into the dig of his nails. Wide but shallow wounds tear down behind the trail of Chris' fingers, as though each bore a sharp talon he ripped at Kyle with.]
I'll take your blood....you take mine, darling-Ah!
[A harder thrust bows his back and stills his hips, even if not his nails, leaving him to cling to Kyle with all the desperation he feels.]