[Erik smiles up into Chris's face, flashing a bit of fang as he runs his tongue over his own lips both to wet them and to invite Chris in for a taste. No words needed.
The kiss is so achingly tender. It breaks down some deeply buried barrier he's been building since he awoke in this terrible city. It's comfort and warmth, a stark contrast to how cold his own lips and body are.
Slowly, he slides his fingers over Chris's back, moving up on his toes to bring them just a little closer in height while he grazes his nails up the nape of Chris's neck and into his hair. Oh, it's just as soft as he imagined.]
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The kiss is so achingly tender. It breaks down some deeply buried barrier he's been building since he awoke in this terrible city. It's comfort and warmth, a stark contrast to how cold his own lips and body are.
Slowly, he slides his fingers over Chris's back, moving up on his toes to bring them just a little closer in height while he grazes his nails up the nape of Chris's neck and into his hair. Oh, it's just as soft as he imagined.]