[He's refused before. Balked at the idea, though it's never quite enough to bring an end to what they're doing. His finely honed sense of control when it comes to his bloodlust is something that he has held on to for so long that it's been difficult to ease his grip on it.
But as he leans back just enough to catch Dohalim's hooded, heated gaze and hears him give that explicit permission in that voice, his breathing shudders.]
Fuck-- [He says again, and unlike every time before he doesn't hold himself back. Red Wine tucks his head to the curve of Dohalim's neck and digs his sharp canines against the skin until the needle-like points pierce through it and blood wells up against his tongue.
The taste of it has him letting out a low, throaty moan and he grips both hands against the other man's back. Unable to concentrate on moving his hips and making sure he doesn't tear Dohalim's throat out he opts for the latter, grinding himself down hard and then staying seated.]
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But as he leans back just enough to catch Dohalim's hooded, heated gaze and hears him give that explicit permission in that voice, his breathing shudders.]
Fuck-- [He says again, and unlike every time before he doesn't hold himself back. Red Wine tucks his head to the curve of Dohalim's neck and digs his sharp canines against the skin until the needle-like points pierce through it and blood wells up against his tongue.
The taste of it has him letting out a low, throaty moan and he grips both hands against the other man's back. Unable to concentrate on moving his hips and making sure he doesn't tear Dohalim's throat out he opts for the latter, grinding himself down hard and then staying seated.]