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Good.

[ he laps his tongue over the skin, tasting the angry welts he's made, gently warning harry where his teeth will sink next. and they do - biting into the shallow skin - not taking any flesh with him this time but leaving the half-circle shape of his teeth as he begins to thrust a little harder into harry's eager body. ]

Shit, you taste - [ a breathless laugh and he leans down against the bite mark and sucks, groaning lewdly around it. ]

You're doing so well, Harry.

[Teeth punch into his skin and Harry whimpers. He strokes himself faster, shameless in chasing his own pleasure.]

Ah. Yes. Please don't stop. Please.

[Will could bite him over and over, could stain the sheets crimson. None of it matters. He's alive, he's alive and present.]

[ it's impossible to ignore his own pleasure, hips moving at a punishing pace as he tilts his head, biting the back of a flexed, working tricep, punching holes there all over again, licking lewdly at the skin.

he pauses, breathing coming in sudden desperate pants, mouth falling back to the wound at his shoulder blade as he comes hard and sudden, teeth finally tearing into the wound as he comes hard and fast, filling harry and fucking into him slowly as his orgasm progresses. he doesn't take any flesh with him, just blood - so much blood. ]

Fuck. Come for me, Harry. I can taste it in your blood - go on, perfect man. Come.

[It's fucked up that what gets Harry to come isn't being called perfect, but that Will says he can taste it. Intermingled thoughts of blood and semen. The short, sweet spike of ecstasy has Harry's senses completely blotted out for a moment.

When he comes back to himself his legs are trembling and his body hurts in multiple places. He's come all over and he more or less just falls into the mess, absolutely wrecked.

He lays there, panting.]

That was different.

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[ will comes back into his body very much the way harry does - trembling, sore, worn. he pulls free and rolls over onto his back on the bed, breathing heavily. he's quiet for a long, long moment before he reaches to touch harry's hair, fingers sliding into the curls at the back of his head. ]

It was.

[ he can still taste harry's blood on his tongue, it's messily smeared over his mouth and chin. he should take time to wipe it free, but he doesn't. ]

How do you feel?

Bloody fantastic.

[Harry stretches experimentally and winces. Carefully, he brings a hand to his asscheek and feels the damage there. It's shocking to find that, yes, part of him is just gone.]

I have to take care of this.

[But first he moves clumsily to kiss Will on the mouth. He can taste his own blood and can feel Will's cum leaking out of him. He's a mess.

He laughs against Will's mouth.]

[ will hums into the kiss, leaning in and prolonging it, playful. harry laughs and he can't help but chase his mouth again, kissing him and letting it linger. ]

I'll help you clean it, bandage it, if you'd like.

[ he smooths a hand along harry's side, petting, watching him with fond interest. ]

That would be nice, thank you.

[Mostly because it's hard to bandage your own ass.

He hesitates again, stealing another kiss.]

Did you enjoy it?

Stay put then. I'll bring the supplies to you.

[ when harry kisses him he reaches to touch his face, thumbing over the high point of his cheek bone as he pulls away, looking at his eyes, the bridge of his nose, the pout of his mouth. ]

Yes. Very much. I hope you did as well.

[ he leans in and presses a fleeting kiss to the corner of harry's mouth then pulls away, climbing from the bed a little bloody and sweaty, stretching. ] It's going to sting, but as you know we need to properly sanitize everything.

I did.

[Harry lays on his stomach and puts his head down, turned to one side to watch Will.]

Mm. I know.

I'll be alright.

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