[Charlie is a greedy man. Despite this vice, he'd been generous enough to give up the blood he'd been savoring. Now, kiss broken, he's been punished for sharing. Without waiting to watch what the creature does next, Charlie raises onto his toes to nip the man's jaw.
If there was any risk of doubt for the veracity of J's bite criteria being met, Charlie has banished it. Those pictures will feature a blurry Charlie, with his lips peeled back, teeth pressing into skin.
An impulse to snap at the man's bloodied hand flares, but Charlie is too slow to disconnect from his initial petulance. His teeth snap shut with a click as the man's hand descends his body once more. He looks up at lazy eyes, mouth open, but there's no time to complain.
The kiss resumes, and there's nothing to say. Charlie's lips quiver as they lock against warm, bloodtinged flesh. His tongue darts forward, eager to slide across the man's large fangs.
He's all but forgotten about the hand in his suit - until the slow progression builds pressure in his cock he can't ignore. With a groan, Charlie shifts to move his hand between their bodies. His shoulders strain, determined not to lose the kiss as he reorients to flick his thumb across J's arousal beneath. Over fabric, all he can feel is weight and heat. He'd leave it at that, normally - he knows this kind of pressure is enough to tip a man over the edge in time - but...
a drip of bloodied spit travels down his thigh. More. He wants to feel it slick on his own hand. His brow furrows - he does not want to break their kiss.
Charlie's other hand slides down J's neck, carelessly caressing where he'd nibbled his jaw. One, then two, digits stretch to hook around the man's cheek and pull it back. They slip beneath, between flesh and molar, leaving the kiss as uninterrupted as one can with fingers invading the space.]
fish-hooking (blood version)
If there was any risk of doubt for the veracity of J's bite criteria being met, Charlie has banished it. Those pictures will feature a blurry Charlie, with his lips peeled back, teeth pressing into skin.
An impulse to snap at the man's bloodied hand flares, but Charlie is too slow to disconnect from his initial petulance. His teeth snap shut with a click as the man's hand descends his body once more. He looks up at lazy eyes, mouth open, but there's no time to complain.
The kiss resumes, and there's nothing to say. Charlie's lips quiver as they lock against warm, bloodtinged flesh. His tongue darts forward, eager to slide across the man's large fangs.
He's all but forgotten about the hand in his suit - until the slow progression builds pressure in his cock he can't ignore. With a groan, Charlie shifts to move his hand between their bodies. His shoulders strain, determined not to lose the kiss as he reorients to flick his thumb across J's arousal beneath. Over fabric, all he can feel is weight and heat. He'd leave it at that, normally - he knows this kind of pressure is enough to tip a man over the edge in time - but...
a drip of bloodied spit travels down his thigh. More. He wants to feel it slick on his own hand. His brow furrows - he does not want to break their kiss.
Charlie's other hand slides down J's neck, carelessly caressing where he'd nibbled his jaw. One, then two, digits stretch to hook around the man's cheek and pull it back. They slip beneath, between flesh and molar, leaving the kiss as uninterrupted as one can with fingers invading the space.]