it seems like a better thing not to talk, just to do what he does best-- probably ruin things by being selfish, by doing things he knows he shouldn't be doing, possibly damage things. it was like he was addicted to his own trainwrecks sometimes. he'd been doing so good, too. he could really use a drink right now.
his tongue lashes, mouthing again, this time with teeth, scraping light over skin and he doesn't really taste like anything-- sweat, maybe. skin. he smelled good, though. cologne, though he couldn't tell you what kind. something older, probably. something to think about as he sucks, progressively growing more aggressive about the way he draws blood to the surface, all teeth and tongue and suction. he doesn't think about what steve feels or that he maybe groaned once (nothing to do with you guy, really) or that when he abruptly draws away, he's watching fascinated as the bruise already begins to fade.
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it seems like a better thing not to talk, just to do what he does best-- probably ruin things by being selfish, by doing things he knows he shouldn't be doing, possibly damage things. it was like he was addicted to his own trainwrecks sometimes. he'd been doing so good, too. he could really use a drink right now.
his tongue lashes, mouthing again, this time with teeth, scraping light over skin and he doesn't really taste like anything-- sweat, maybe. skin. he smelled good, though. cologne, though he couldn't tell you what kind. something older, probably. something to think about as he sucks, progressively growing more aggressive about the way he draws blood to the surface, all teeth and tongue and suction. he doesn't think about what steve feels or that he maybe groaned once (nothing to do with you guy, really) or that when he abruptly draws away, he's watching fascinated as the bruise already begins to fade.
he reaches to touch it, thumb pressing. ]
Huh.