[ Rhys’s nostrils flair as he half listens to Jack, nodding along even though he’s not fully registering the words. That dark instinctual part of him that he’s been trying to override finally taking firm hold.
He looks at Jacks face now, meets eyes before he lowers his own to Jacks neck. He can think about everything Jacks saying and suggesting after he eats, the instinct tells him.
He’d lunge forward and take his fill now, but the still rational part of his brain thinks “THROWN INTO FIREPLACE” and he pauses, instead looking back up to Jacks eyes for an indication of permission.]
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Date: 2021-11-07 05:04 am (UTC)He looks at Jacks face now, meets eyes before he lowers his own to Jacks neck. He can think about everything Jacks saying and suggesting after he eats, the instinct tells him.
He’d lunge forward and take his fill now, but the still rational part of his brain thinks “THROWN INTO FIREPLACE” and he pauses, instead looking back up to Jacks eyes for an indication of permission.]