[Thankfully, it's still a bit too soon for him to get properly aroused again, or he and Adrian might find themselves in a neverending reciprocal loop of getting turned on by getting each other off. He can't get enough of the sounds Adrian makes, the way each gasp and whine raises goosebumps on his skin. And moreover, he can't get enough of how good it feels to please him, just as much as it does to be pleasured himself. It feels good to be needed. It feels good to take care of someone he cares about.
Adrian's come spatters over his hand, hot in sharp contrast to the cooler tile against his damp back, and he slowly draws his hand away and raises it up, ostensibly to rinse it beneath the spray of the shower — but then, before he can think better of it or talk himself out of it, he brings it up to his mouth and flicks his tongue against one of the white streaks clinging to his skin.
It's...well, it's not terrible. It's not exactly a fine French dessert, either, but — well, whatever.
Mostly he just wants Adrian to see it. Adrian, with the taste of his blood still on his tongue and his fangs. Yeah, he wants him to see him tasting him right back.]
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Adrian's come spatters over his hand, hot in sharp contrast to the cooler tile against his damp back, and he slowly draws his hand away and raises it up, ostensibly to rinse it beneath the spray of the shower — but then, before he can think better of it or talk himself out of it, he brings it up to his mouth and flicks his tongue against one of the white streaks clinging to his skin.
It's...well, it's not terrible. It's not exactly a fine French dessert, either, but — well, whatever.
Mostly he just wants Adrian to see it. Adrian, with the taste of his blood still on his tongue and his fangs. Yeah, he wants him to see him tasting him right back.]
Hmm.