[He drinks from him. They drink from each other. It dizzies him, to think of this ouroboros of blood, shared from one to another. They're the same. They're nothing like each other. Paradoxically, both can be true.]
[Maybe it is the blood and the vampire hunger. Something to land his blame on, easily. He can use it as a way to maybe explain the palpable full-body shiver that comes as Silco makes his move. A whimper of a gasp comes from his mouth as he pulls away, head knocking a little against the other's.]
[It's horrible. It's so, so good.]
[Hunger asks for so much.]
[His legs tremble - he finds himself shifting forward as if a magnet begs him so, and settles on the man's lap. He dwarfs Silco easily. Perhaps it isn't comfortable for him. Who cares about that?]
[His mouth trails down, leaving streaks of blood, before he starts to gnaw along the edge of the clavicle he finds, a dog to a bone.]
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[Maybe it is the blood and the vampire hunger. Something to land his blame on, easily. He can use it as a way to maybe explain the palpable full-body shiver that comes as Silco makes his move. A whimper of a gasp comes from his mouth as he pulls away, head knocking a little against the other's.]
[It's horrible. It's so, so good.]
[Hunger asks for so much.]
[His legs tremble - he finds himself shifting forward as if a magnet begs him so, and settles on the man's lap. He dwarfs Silco easily. Perhaps it isn't comfortable for him. Who cares about that?]
[His mouth trails down, leaving streaks of blood, before he starts to gnaw along the edge of the clavicle he finds, a dog to a bone.]