[He murmurs, his lips skimming against Chris's skin as he shapes the words slowly:] Savoring the moment...
[He punctuates that with a lingering stroke of his tongue over the wounds, harder and rougher. There's so much to savor in those noises. Each little gasp and squeeze makes him burn inside. And now, with new blood in him, a flush is rising in his own skin--like he's coming alive.]
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[He punctuates that with a lingering stroke of his tongue over the wounds, harder and rougher. There's so much to savor in those noises. Each little gasp and squeeze makes him burn inside. And now, with new blood in him, a flush is rising in his own skin--like he's coming alive.]
I could lap you up like this for hours.