[The show of dull pleasure shifting to seething, indignant anger is a familiar favorite. Charlie likes that performance best, of all that this entertainer has offered him tonight. He is sated.
He should be sated.
The stirring behind his eyes strains, and when Baptiste lurches into him, Charlie grabs the man's jaw. One hand on either side, he feels the scrape of teeth against his tongue and forces the man's face to a different angle.
But not away.
Heat fills his mouth even as the taste of vitae is overtaken by the rancid acidity of alcohol. Charlie's nose scrunches and his eyes widen. For a moment, inhuman yellow meets frenzied blue. He could have this man any way he wanted him.
Charlie closes his eyes.
He wants him like this. Riled up, teeth and tongue, body twisted and unbalanced.
Lips slick with blood, Charlie's mouth presses into Baptiste's. His incisor brushes against the man's swollen tongue, a prick that does not break the surface. Instead, his fang cuts into the man's lip. It sends a jolt of pleasure through the man, Charlie knows - a fleeting but mind-numbing sensation.
The taste of the man's blood once again leaves Charlie shuddering in kind. It isn't enough to quell any remaining thirst, but the flavor is exquisite. With the man falling all over him, he can't resist the easy opportunity to indulge.]
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He should be sated.
The stirring behind his eyes strains, and when Baptiste lurches into him, Charlie grabs the man's jaw. One hand on either side, he feels the scrape of teeth against his tongue and forces the man's face to a different angle.
But not away.
Heat fills his mouth even as the taste of vitae is overtaken by the rancid acidity of alcohol. Charlie's nose scrunches and his eyes widen. For a moment, inhuman yellow meets frenzied blue. He could have this man any way he wanted him.
Charlie closes his eyes.
He wants him like this. Riled up, teeth and tongue, body twisted and unbalanced.
Lips slick with blood, Charlie's mouth presses into Baptiste's. His incisor brushes against the man's swollen tongue, a prick that does not break the surface. Instead, his fang cuts into the man's lip. It sends a jolt of pleasure through the man, Charlie knows - a fleeting but mind-numbing sensation.
The taste of the man's blood once again leaves Charlie shuddering in kind. It isn't enough to quell any remaining thirst, but the flavor is exquisite. With the man falling all over him, he can't resist the easy opportunity to indulge.]