Call it what you want

sam So please please please, let me get what I want this time Sam took a moment to really sink his teeth in, the feeling of skin splitting underneath his teeth new and all at once repulsive and delicious. The first rush of hot blood in his mouth was still a little shocking, even though he knew exactly what he was doing. Swallowing was something instinctive, his body knowing more than his mind what he needed. Remi's hand on his hip awoke something in him that actually felt the pleasure in the act, the way his head was light and a heat coiled in his gut. His fingers tightened on Remi's jaw and he made a soft 'hum' noise in answer to the moan, his other hand reaching down to rest on Remi's thigh (partly for balance, partly in response to Remi's own touching). He knew that he'd have to stop this soon, that taking too much would be dangerous - but feeling someone else's body thrum against his, having Remi's pulse beat against his lips with sweet blood rushing into his throat; it was nothing he'd ever had and though he'd be horrified later, it was all he wanted in the moment. His fingers curling up into Remi's hair, he tried to calm down his breathing (it was hard to be stoic when he was feeling the first anything in so long, so much pleasure and overwhelming everything--) and drink the last of what he should, gently pulling away but not far, staying close for just a moment with his breath softly resting on the bite mark.