[ Honestly, Matt could bite his nipple off and he wouldn’t complain overly much. It would be more the inconvenience of getting it fixed that would bother him than anything else. In the back of his mind, he even half-expects it, though his paranoia simmers lower and lower with just how… pliant this mon-keigh was.
He groans appreciatively at the bite, regardless, and he smiles as a hand sneaks under the top. It’ll be easier to take it off now, but that will have to wait a moment. It’s easy to feel how his lean, whipcord muscle tenses under Matt’s touch. From others, it might be a sign to pull back, but as Marazhai has already made clear, it’s pure anticipation.
So, that cry makes him shiver.
His fingernails dig in more after that, maybe leaving little cuts, but at the very least, it’ll be angry, red marks that paint up his side later. It’s intentional, but it’s also reflexive for how Matt’s fingers work at his skin much more intensely. He moans, raspy and husky into Matt’s ear, completely unabashed in how much he’s enjoying this.
Marazhai’s hips jerk in half a thrust just for the rough friction of it, and though it takes a bit of uncomfortably craning his neck to do it, he slips into the space of Matt’s neck again. There’s no kiss for preamble this time, though, since those burns almost burn away his conscious thought too. He simply bites at the soft spot where his neck meets his shoulder. He wants to feel some of Matt’s pain brush against his senses too, taste his blood on his tongue, even if it’ll be light, since he’s no vampire with teeth made for such a thing. ]
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He groans appreciatively at the bite, regardless, and he smiles as a hand sneaks under the top. It’ll be easier to take it off now, but that will have to wait a moment. It’s easy to feel how his lean, whipcord muscle tenses under Matt’s touch. From others, it might be a sign to pull back, but as Marazhai has already made clear, it’s pure anticipation.
So, that cry makes him shiver.
His fingernails dig in more after that, maybe leaving little cuts, but at the very least, it’ll be angry, red marks that paint up his side later. It’s intentional, but it’s also reflexive for how Matt’s fingers work at his skin much more intensely. He moans, raspy and husky into Matt’s ear, completely unabashed in how much he’s enjoying this.
Marazhai’s hips jerk in half a thrust just for the rough friction of it, and though it takes a bit of uncomfortably craning his neck to do it, he slips into the space of Matt’s neck again. There’s no kiss for preamble this time, though, since those burns almost burn away his conscious thought too. He simply bites at the soft spot where his neck meets his shoulder. He wants to feel some of Matt’s pain brush against his senses too, taste his blood on his tongue, even if it’ll be light, since he’s no vampire with teeth made for such a thing. ]