Neron
"Yeah, like a taster. It's like giving a shot to someone across the bar if they want to try something new." Neron grins, accepting the glass back from Sunjata, refilling it for him when he's sure that the wine spiders aren't going to cause any issues. In return, the Flood offers out his wrist and the transaction is complete, if they want to put it that way. The only difference is that this particular shot contains orgasmic pleasure and physical sensation. And Neron has tried it before.
That doesn't make it any less enjoyable, though, and even though he doesn't need it, the Hailstorm takes a deep breath before he reaches out to close his fingers around the other man's wrist. Without further ado, Neron slips his fangs in, and the rush of blood and ecstasy is immediate. His free hand clutches the counter with white knuckles, and even though he's just said it was a 'sample', it's more difficult to pull away than he could have anticipated.
Still, he forces himself back after a few moments, lest he drag Sunjata across the bar (quite a feat for a man who is more mage than brawler), head spinning, red staining his lips.
That doesn't make it any less enjoyable, though, and even though he doesn't need it, the Hailstorm takes a deep breath before he reaches out to close his fingers around the other man's wrist. Without further ado, Neron slips his fangs in, and the rush of blood and ecstasy is immediate. His free hand clutches the counter with white knuckles, and even though he's just said it was a 'sample', it's more difficult to pull away than he could have anticipated.
Still, he forces himself back after a few moments, lest he drag Sunjata across the bar (quite a feat for a man who is more mage than brawler), head spinning, red staining his lips.
i am mine
before i am ever anyone else’s
before i am ever anyone else’s
