[ John looks up at him, apparently quite chuffed by that, and then down to where Danny is pressing intimate into his own meat, blood welling up dark around his thumb, streaking red over the skin.
John pulls the knife out, presses his tongue to the blade, their blood mingling as he licks up it slow and erotic, lots of eye contact, wanting Danny imagining his cock getting the same loving treatment. He's no vampire, not animaphiliac, but there's a lot of thanergic energy in blood. The thing is, John's been feeling powerless lately, cut off from Alecto and caught up in watching his new friends torture themselves and each other with every new transformation. The way Danny looks at him with his eyes all wet and his cock all hard is fucking restorative, and not just in the energy sense. He feels enervated in a way he will never analyse.
The sliced tongue is already healing, but John's mouth is still stained red when he pushes up to clash into Danny's mouth, letting him taste himself. Kiss follows bloody kiss, and now his knee is on the bed, and now his cock is on Danny's thigh, and now the knife is at Danny's throat to keep him good and still as John slides himself along that open wound, shivering at the sticky warmth of the blood. ]
Fuck that's nice. You're a good boy, really.
[ A little impertinent, but so filthy-slutty it's forgivable. ]
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[ John looks up at him, apparently quite chuffed by that, and then down to where Danny is pressing intimate into his own meat, blood welling up dark around his thumb, streaking red over the skin.
John pulls the knife out, presses his tongue to the blade, their blood mingling as he licks up it slow and erotic, lots of eye contact, wanting Danny imagining his cock getting the same loving treatment. He's no vampire, not animaphiliac, but there's a lot of thanergic energy in blood. The thing is, John's been feeling powerless lately, cut off from Alecto and caught up in watching his new friends torture themselves and each other with every new transformation. The way Danny looks at him with his eyes all wet and his cock all hard is fucking restorative, and not just in the energy sense. He feels enervated in a way he will never analyse.
The sliced tongue is already healing, but John's mouth is still stained red when he pushes up to clash into Danny's mouth, letting him taste himself. Kiss follows bloody kiss, and now his knee is on the bed, and now his cock is on Danny's thigh, and now the knife is at Danny's throat to keep him good and still as John slides himself along that open wound, shivering at the sticky warmth of the blood. ]
Fuck that's nice. You're a good boy, really.
[ A little impertinent, but so filthy-slutty it's forgivable. ]