Call it what you want

sam So please please please, let me get what I want this time Sam watched Remi carefully, not sure where exactly they stood - then Remi's hands entered his shirt, the touch on his skin still thrilling despite his lack of feeling. Maybe his body couldn't process the touch as exciting anymore but he could certainly emotionally feel it. To feel wanted, desired...it was more than he had ever dreamed. He tried to imagine it was him Remi wanted and not his ability, not his teeth. "I...suppose I could again, just for a moment..." He mumbled, wanting to please. "But this has to be it." He leaned in, fingers tracing Remi's jaw again. There was a moment of pause when he tried to think about which side of his neck to go for, to create a new wound on the other or reopen the first. He settled on the same side as before, thinking it would be less scars for Remi to explain away later. "L-let me know if you feel weak or anything and I'll stop." He instructed, before going in to bite again, this time more confidently pressing his body against the other mans.