( the way the other offers his neck to him like he is... it's difficult. too difficult. resisting any longer is sure to drive him mad, he thinks, but there's still that sliver of hesitation. still that voice that tells him not to.
ultimately, the hunger and thirst win over and he reaches for kol's neck, hand grasping one side of it. firm. staring.
and so he bites. sharp. skin breaking and blood flowing into his mouth and the sound he makes as the taste of the other's blood... it's euphoric in its own right and sends shivers throughout his body as he drinks. as he feeds. as he swallows down the warmth of the other in a greedy desire. )
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ultimately, the hunger and thirst win over and he reaches for kol's neck, hand grasping one side of it. firm. staring.
and so he bites. sharp. skin breaking and blood flowing into his mouth and the sound he makes as the taste of the other's blood... it's euphoric in its own right and sends shivers throughout his body as he drinks. as he feeds. as he swallows down the warmth of the other in a greedy desire. )