[ A hiss of breath as Bren's hand dipped palm against his thigh, against his cool flesh and then downward until thumb brushed against the backs of knees which he knew that Caleb had utilized as a weakspot many a time; how that could cause him to melt in some places.. and harden in others.
His fang, tipped as it dug into his low lip and the way that his eyes looked hazed like he was experiencing the effects of some drugs, and yet the only drug that he was currently on was Bren's presence in this car and the way that there was still so much room because their bodies were pressed up against each other. ]
I did not eat anything before leaving the house, you know..
[ His thumb brushing the mark on the neck and then trailing it a little bit further downward to press the spot that bruised less because it was his favored port of entry, and he also knew that it was sensitive-- how could it not be sensitive after how many times he had latched onto it. ] I do not normally have a snack in the car but this is the first time that my favorite flavor has gone out with me.
[ He'd also applied his lipstick just before coming downstairs, so there would be a rather noticible stain on that neck if he partook, with Bren fufilling both the role of snack and lipstick blotter. ]
If I have a little nibble, will you be good for me?
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Date: 2023-06-04 12:25 pm (UTC)His fang, tipped as it dug into his low lip and the way that his eyes looked hazed like he was experiencing the effects of some drugs, and yet the only drug that he was currently on was Bren's presence in this car and the way that there was still so much room because their bodies were pressed up against each other. ]
I did not eat anything before leaving the house, you know..
[ His thumb brushing the mark on the neck and then trailing it a little bit further downward to press the spot that bruised less because it was his favored port of entry, and he also knew that it was sensitive-- how could it not be sensitive after how many times he had latched onto it. ] I do not normally have a snack in the car but this is the first time that my favorite flavor has gone out with me.
[ He'd also applied his lipstick just before coming downstairs, so there would be a rather noticible stain on that neck if he partook, with Bren fufilling both the role of snack and lipstick blotter. ]
If I have a little nibble, will you be good for me?