[ he wants to stop the pesky hand that harry permits himself to use, but that can be dealt with later. later, because his teeth sink in, in, in - breaking the skin and then with a shallow bite - tears through sinew, muscle, tissue. spills hot blood into his mouth and will groans, heady and lustful and wanting the moment he pulls his head back, laughing as he chews. ]
You are...
[ another pump of his hand before he adds a second finger, making sure to find that pleasant little spot each time as he devours the very workings of harry altogether. ]
You taste divine. I could call you a fine carpaccio, but I think you taste even better than that.
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You are...
[ another pump of his hand before he adds a second finger, making sure to find that pleasant little spot each time as he devours the very workings of harry altogether. ]
You taste divine. I could call you a fine carpaccio, but I think you taste even better than that.