So I pray to hands
And I pray to needs
In addition to the heat and sensation that flooded one's own senses, a part of the joy of biting someone was feeling the moment of realisation, the second where their body pressed closer, lips parted, hands grasped: Sam knew well how overpowering it was, the experience on his side just as intense in a different way, and couldn't help the muffled, breathy laugh against Milo's neck.
He wasn't in need of too much blood, but he kept drinking a moment longer, knowing how long he could go without causing Milo any damage. The more he drank the longer the remnants of the bite's heat would stay with him, and there was fun in seeing just how overwhelmed he could get Milo, Sam already able to feel evidence of the man's arousal hard against his leg and hips as he pushed forwards.
Letting his eyes slip closed, shyness being taken away by desire, Sam lifted the hand on Milo's hip to push up into his shirt, fingers beginning to trace the warm skin he found there, gently caressing over his side and eagerly pulling him closer, encouraging the shift of his hips.
He wasn't in need of too much blood, but he kept drinking a moment longer, knowing how long he could go without causing Milo any damage. The more he drank the longer the remnants of the bite's heat would stay with him, and there was fun in seeing just how overwhelmed he could get Milo, Sam already able to feel evidence of the man's arousal hard against his leg and hips as he pushed forwards.
Letting his eyes slip closed, shyness being taken away by desire, Sam lifted the hand on Milo's hip to push up into his shirt, fingers beginning to trace the warm skin he found there, gently caressing over his side and eagerly pulling him closer, encouraging the shift of his hips.
And I pray to blades of grass
To find forgiveness in the weeds
SAMUEL
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