[Not like this! part of him screams, the part that isn't spreading his legs wider. Blood pours freely down his thigh when he does. His heart pounds hard and fast and his breath catches in his throat as he hitches it in to scream.
It doesn't matter, a soft voice speaks up from the pit of his subconscious.
You're poison.
This nonsensical thought calms him, and he exhales in a quiet rush.]
I want you to bugger me already. And if you plan to take any more bites out of me, just not the neck.
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It doesn't matter, a soft voice speaks up from the pit of his subconscious.
You're poison.
This nonsensical thought calms him, and he exhales in a quiet rush.]
I want you to bugger me already. And if you plan to take any more bites out of me, just not the neck.