CHULANE
It was an overwhelming sensation, a river of pleasure running from the point where Neron bit into him, stimulating him in ways he could never imagine possible. It wasn't just the heat that pulsed softly somewhere around his groin, but also the sheer euphoria, the abandonment of his worries and concerns, the embracement of everything wonderful.
He barely registered that Neron was there, causing this sensation, drinking his blood. Perhaps he'd feel lightheaded soon, or perhaps he'd barely noticed, given the amount of blood that was running certain places around his body right now. And with Kia's hot lips pressed against his own, he could wholly lose himself in this moment, in the pleasure, the elation, the ecstasy.
Goddamn, the idle thought flickered through his head as he became aware for a moment amongst the bliss, rising from the fog of happiness, they weren't kidding when they said pleasurable. When Neron released him he broke his deep kiss with Kia, mostly to catch his breath again, but also because the disconnection seemed to wake him up from this haze.
He sat, still squeezing on Kia's arm with his hand, retracting his other one to idly adjust the tablecloth to poorly hide the swell in the front of his pants. At Neron's thanks he swallowed a rather deep gulp, but was ultimately smiling - how could he not be after an experience as exhilarating as that?
"Happy to help," he commented with a chuckle, unable to blush fully (his blush was evidently draining from Neron's cheeks even as he looked at the man), but certainly feeling a bit embarrassed. Glancing at the arm the Ascended fed from, he suddenly let his focus tune into the bite, lifting it close to his face to look closer at it, curious at the clean puncture marks, the slight blood smear.
"Right," he said as if his loins suddenly sent a reminder that things had been set in motion down there that needed to be finished. "Well, I'm going to the bedroom. Stay as long as you need, Nez." With a nod to the man, Chuy then glanced to Kia with a small smirk, not wanting to pressure her into anything (he could complete this task on his own perfectly fine), but certainly not denying her either.
Then he rose, tugging his shirt low and making his way to the room indicated.
What a fucking weird afternoon, he would think, when all was said and done.
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Fin for Chuy!
He barely registered that Neron was there, causing this sensation, drinking his blood. Perhaps he'd feel lightheaded soon, or perhaps he'd barely noticed, given the amount of blood that was running certain places around his body right now. And with Kia's hot lips pressed against his own, he could wholly lose himself in this moment, in the pleasure, the elation, the ecstasy.
Goddamn, the idle thought flickered through his head as he became aware for a moment amongst the bliss, rising from the fog of happiness, they weren't kidding when they said pleasurable. When Neron released him he broke his deep kiss with Kia, mostly to catch his breath again, but also because the disconnection seemed to wake him up from this haze.
He sat, still squeezing on Kia's arm with his hand, retracting his other one to idly adjust the tablecloth to poorly hide the swell in the front of his pants. At Neron's thanks he swallowed a rather deep gulp, but was ultimately smiling - how could he not be after an experience as exhilarating as that?
"Happy to help," he commented with a chuckle, unable to blush fully (his blush was evidently draining from Neron's cheeks even as he looked at the man), but certainly feeling a bit embarrassed. Glancing at the arm the Ascended fed from, he suddenly let his focus tune into the bite, lifting it close to his face to look closer at it, curious at the clean puncture marks, the slight blood smear.
"Right," he said as if his loins suddenly sent a reminder that things had been set in motion down there that needed to be finished. "Well, I'm going to the bedroom. Stay as long as you need, Nez." With a nod to the man, Chuy then glanced to Kia with a small smirk, not wanting to pressure her into anything (he could complete this task on his own perfectly fine), but certainly not denying her either.
Then he rose, tugging his shirt low and making his way to the room indicated.
What a fucking weird afternoon, he would think, when all was said and done.
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Fin for Chuy!
The only true wisdom is in knowing
you know nothing
you know nothing
