[ Sorry Jack! Maybe some other time, if something like this were to happen again, Rhys could ease into it all first. But as it stands he’s waited too long already to feed.
This is probably the longest stretch of time between the two of them where Rhys has kept his damn mouth shut, he just keeps nodding along to what Jacks saying. He is mostly listening (should probably listen better, those threats Jack is dolling out are no bluff, he would be the first to know) but sweet release is so, so close and he just wants.
So as soon as Jack’s done laying the groundwork Rhys is leaning forward, fangs fully extended and mouth agape before finally, blessedly biting.
His fangs are sharp enough that there probably won’t be a lot of initial pain as the skin of Jack’s neck breaks beneath their pressure, regardless of Rhys’s inexperience and inability to tell how much force to use. Considerations that don’t matter much to him right now as the first drops of blood hit his mouth and he outright moans with the relief of it, withdrawing his fangs slightly to allow for better flow.
He melts into Jack a little as he begins to suck, the mix of relief and endorphins along with the headiness of the alcohol he drank causing him to let his left, organic hand roam over Jacks torso, just needing to feel and touch and grasp into something as he feeds, letting out small pleased noises here and there.
And Jack is in luck, because the ‘vampire bites feel good’ thing isn’t a total myth. Something in their saliva makes the experience a pleasant one for the bite-ee, a comfortable heat radiating from the wound and spreading across their skin and through their muscles, like a massage point being hit just right. ]
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Date: 2021-11-07 12:13 pm (UTC)This is probably the longest stretch of time between the two of them where Rhys has kept his damn mouth shut, he just keeps nodding along to what Jacks saying. He is mostly listening (should probably listen better, those threats Jack is dolling out are no bluff, he would be the first to know) but sweet release is so, so close and he just wants.
So as soon as Jack’s done laying the groundwork Rhys is leaning forward, fangs fully extended and mouth agape before finally, blessedly biting.
His fangs are sharp enough that there probably won’t be a lot of initial pain as the skin of Jack’s neck breaks beneath their pressure, regardless of Rhys’s inexperience and inability to tell how much force to use. Considerations that don’t matter much to him right now as the first drops of blood hit his mouth and he outright moans with the relief of it, withdrawing his fangs slightly to allow for better flow.
He melts into Jack a little as he begins to suck, the mix of relief and endorphins along with the headiness of the alcohol he drank causing him to let his left, organic hand roam over Jacks torso, just needing to feel and touch and grasp into something as he feeds, letting out small pleased noises here and there.
And Jack is in luck, because the ‘vampire bites feel good’ thing isn’t a total myth. Something in their saliva makes the experience a pleasant one for the bite-ee, a comfortable heat radiating from the wound and spreading across their skin and through their muscles, like a massage point being hit just right. ]