[He shouldn't moan for the taste of his own blood still lingering in Erik's mouth, it shouldn't be enticing...and yet he finds it most certainly is in the same way he'd loved the feeling of it there when someone's fist hit just right in the middle of a bar brawl he'd started.
Those days were behind him...but that rush still runs through him like it was called by the flavor and Chris presses all the more into Erik for it: stepping into his space to press him back against the wall with a knee between the vampire's thighs.
Eventually, he at least needs breath and he pulls back again even as his fingers still keep a tight hold on Erik's hair.
His green eyes are nearly black from desire when he seeks to meet Erik's gaze again.]
I think...if I'm not careful, I might find you a bit intoxicating.
[And he's not sure which is worse: that fact or the fact he's not sure he wants to be careful.]
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Those days were behind him...but that rush still runs through him like it was called by the flavor and Chris presses all the more into Erik for it: stepping into his space to press him back against the wall with a knee between the vampire's thighs.
Eventually, he at least needs breath and he pulls back again even as his fingers still keep a tight hold on Erik's hair.
His green eyes are nearly black from desire when he seeks to meet Erik's gaze again.]
I think...if I'm not careful, I might find you a bit intoxicating.
[And he's not sure which is worse: that fact or the fact he's not sure he wants to be careful.]