[Sandalphon thinks, with the last of his reason, that it should at least be somewhere less visible than the neck. His eyes follow Izumi's hand when he places it on his thigh, and with the last of his strength, he hauls himself up and flips Izumi onto his back, looming over him. His neck is more inviting than anything, but Sandalphon lowers his head and positions himself between Izumi's legs, breath puffing out against the tender flesh of his inner thigh. Were he possessed of all his faculties, he'd be too embarrassed to do it here, but he doesn't hesitate for a moment to sink his fangs into him, puncturing the skin.
The taste of blood is something he's been craving for so long, even low-quality blood would taste like heaven. But Izumi's is top-notch—a healthy body means healthy blood, and Sandalphon also discovers, much to his delight, that Izumi's blood type is also the one he favors the most.
Both as a couple and as a vampire and his blood bank, it seems they're perfectly compatible.
Sandalphon greedily swallows Izumi's blood by the mouthful, practically brought to tears by how good he tastes after enduring his hunger pains for so long. Any stray drops that escape are quickly lapped up, and once Sandalphon's had his fill he continues to lave his tongue over the puncture marks he left behind, cleaning up any smears of blood left behind and staunching the flow of any more than necessary.
He's already starting to look and feel better, too.]
...I love you...I...thank you so much...thank you...
[More delicate licks along Izumi's inner thigh. By now he's definitely more cognizant of where he actually is, but he can't very well let Izumi bleed all over his sheets, can he?]
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The taste of blood is something he's been craving for so long, even low-quality blood would taste like heaven. But Izumi's is top-notch—a healthy body means healthy blood, and Sandalphon also discovers, much to his delight, that Izumi's blood type is also the one he favors the most.
Both as a couple and as a vampire and his blood bank, it seems they're perfectly compatible.
Sandalphon greedily swallows Izumi's blood by the mouthful, practically brought to tears by how good he tastes after enduring his hunger pains for so long. Any stray drops that escape are quickly lapped up, and once Sandalphon's had his fill he continues to lave his tongue over the puncture marks he left behind, cleaning up any smears of blood left behind and staunching the flow of any more than necessary.
He's already starting to look and feel better, too.]
...I love you...I...thank you so much...thank you...
[More delicate licks along Izumi's inner thigh. By now he's definitely more cognizant of where he actually is, but he can't very well let Izumi bleed all over his sheets, can he?]
...Are you alright?