[The conclusion Charlie had strained to draw is confirmed the instant Baptiste's hand grabs his jaw. In the half-second between contact and kiss, he thinks... this man's grip is a bit weak.
Then warmth blossoms in his mouth once more, and there's no space in his head for complaints.
Stale vitae coats his tongue, which laps over Baptiste's not for the taste of spoiled sustenance but heat. Charlie groans, at once satisfied and greedy, as their bodies fold into one another again.
He should squeeze some of his own blood from the wound in his lip and intermingle it in their exchange. Bond and ghoul a food source - but much like chagrin, practicality is absent. The hazy idea of what he should do dissipates entirely as he slides a hand around Baptiste's ribs and squeezes. His thumb finds special purchase between bone, a comfortable place to hold as he runs his tongue over the man's teeth.]
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Then warmth blossoms in his mouth once more, and there's no space in his head for complaints.
Stale vitae coats his tongue, which laps over Baptiste's not for the taste of spoiled sustenance but heat. Charlie groans, at once satisfied and greedy, as their bodies fold into one another again.
He should squeeze some of his own blood from the wound in his lip and intermingle it in their exchange. Bond and ghoul a food source - but much like chagrin, practicality is absent. The hazy idea of what he should do dissipates entirely as he slides a hand around Baptiste's ribs and squeezes. His thumb finds special purchase between bone, a comfortable place to hold as he runs his tongue over the man's teeth.]