[He cries out softly when Will digs at the old bite, hurt but excited by that very fact. He welcomes every scrape of teeth on skin, wonders what it might take to get Will to draw more blood.
He presses back, shameless in his clear desire to be taken.]
I don't know. I can't remember. Only that it was for a greater purpose.
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He presses back, shameless in his clear desire to be taken.]
I don't know. I can't remember. Only that it was for a greater purpose.
Will, please... please, your teeth...