[He takes a shaky breath, lapping at the wound he's left. It's an indescribable taste, unlike anything he's ever had before, but the word he's been coming back to is probably the closest.]
You taste so sweet...and warm...I've never tasted anything like it...it's...
[He could get addicted to it, if he's not careful.
His gaze flickers over to Izumi's face, searching for any sign of discomfort or pain. But...there isn't any that he can see, and before he can get very far in his search, Izumi encourages him. A thrilling jolt of excitement shoots down his spine. If he's enjoying this too...then it means Sandalphon can keep going...he can taste more and more of him...
Just thinking about it makes him salivate.]
Mmmm...where should I taste next...?
[He's talking more to himself than to Izumi, but he's certainly trying to get a rise out of him.]
Your arm...your chest...
[His breath hitches.]
Y-Your throat...
[No, not yet. Not yet...he hasn't drawn out nearly enough lovely noises from it. Indulging in it now is too early.
He razes the lower edge of Izumi's bite wound with his teeth, practically purring. He's made his choice—for now, he'll go further down his chest. His teeth scrape against Izumi's collarbone as he takes another bite, gnawing on the bone, unable to keep himself from whimpering in joy. He wants more and more with each passing second.
This is the only taste he enjoys more than coffee.]
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[He takes a shaky breath, lapping at the wound he's left. It's an indescribable taste, unlike anything he's ever had before, but the word he's been coming back to is probably the closest.]
You taste so sweet...and warm...I've never tasted anything like it...it's...
[He could get addicted to it, if he's not careful.
His gaze flickers over to Izumi's face, searching for any sign of discomfort or pain. But...there isn't any that he can see, and before he can get very far in his search, Izumi encourages him. A thrilling jolt of excitement shoots down his spine. If he's enjoying this too...then it means Sandalphon can keep going...he can taste more and more of him...
Just thinking about it makes him salivate.]
Mmmm...where should I taste next...?
[He's talking more to himself than to Izumi, but he's certainly trying to get a rise out of him.]
Your arm...your chest...
[His breath hitches.]
Y-Your throat...
[No, not yet. Not yet...he hasn't drawn out nearly enough lovely noises from it. Indulging in it now is too early.
He razes the lower edge of Izumi's bite wound with his teeth, practically purring. He's made his choice—for now, he'll go further down his chest. His teeth scrape against Izumi's collarbone as he takes another bite, gnawing on the bone, unable to keep himself from whimpering in joy. He wants more and more with each passing second.
This is the only taste he enjoys more than coffee.]