Two figures could be seen seated on a couch, but intertwined in each other. One of them was latched onto the other's neck, his nose buried deeply into the curve as his fangs ran lightly across the skin—drinking slowly, steadily.
"Be gentle…" Kael's soft voice broke the quiet of the room, his breath hitching slightly, causing the hand of the other to pause mid-motion.
Veyron pulled his face from the nook of Kaelith's neck and looked at him, licking a drop of blood from his lips before wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. His eyes glimmered with concern. "Is it that bad?"
"Yes. You suck me like you've been starved for days," Kael replied, voice devoid of expression, as he simply leaned back comfortably into the chair.
Is there any lie in that? I've truly been starved for days," Veyron said, his eyes pinned on Kael as he made sure to bring out his most pitiful side.
