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[ementior]

[Pervert? Well, Richard's been called worse, even if he has to snort at how that's the first accusation he makes. Times have changed since he was first turned, and people don't seem to know much about the monsters that walk among them... Which keeps working out in his favor, so he can't complain.

His blood is delicious, so much so Richard isn't sure if it's because it's been so long since he's had fresh blood or if it's something unique to Andrew... Whatever the reason, between the taste and the way the man reacts Richard finds he doesn't want to drain him dry. Maybe he could spare his life, at least if the man continues to prove entertaining.]

A pervert?

[He laughs low in his throat, pressing his body flush against the taller man. A slender thigh pushes between his legs, and Richard presses a kiss to the wound on his neck.]

You're the one who seems to be enjoying this too much, though.

[Mostly because of the side effects of vampire venom, but he'll bully him as much as he can.]

[tombguard]

[ when someone chooses to put their mouth near your neck, the term is the first thing to pop into your head....or so it goes.

the background noise of steady gulping should be disorienting than it is, at least to his dulled senses. for all the tension in his limbs moments prior, poised to bolt like a frightened animal, now he's running far too hot. there's a dull buzz in his brain, an unsteadiness in all of his limbs to match the unfamiliar sensation of warmth pooling in his stomach.

even so, he can hear that voice- hear the laugh. and something choked slips out at the other man presses even closer, the thigh that slips between his legs sending an electric shock up the curve of his spine that has his eyes blowing wide.

between that and the kiss, he feels like his tongue is in knots, but he at least has enough christian guilt at his body's reaction to try and shove at the other's slender shoulders with about as much strength as you'd think. ]

I'm not-! [ even if his voice wobbles, and even if the mortification of Knowing(tm) is there. ] D-Don't touch me, dammit!

[ whatever his coursing through his veins disagrees, but his bodily reactions have never stopped his mouth before. ]

[ementior]

[You would think, looking at Richard, that he'd be easy for Andrew to shove away. He's shorter and more slim, but all of Andrew's shoving doesn't seem to effect him at all, the man as still as a statue outside of the way he grinds his leg against Andrew and presses his lips back to his neck.]

You're protesting a lot for someone who's enjoying himself.

[Ah, he can feel himself getting warmer... Not in the same way as he knows Andrew is burning alive, but the blood he's been enjoying is making him feel more alive, the heat of Andrew's body turning into his own, and he lets out a pleased hum as he sucks a hickey into Andrew's neck on the opposite side from the bite. There's still the threat for more blood being drained from him, but Richard doesn't want this meal to end just yet.]

Can't you just relax and enjoy yourself? This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

[Mostly because he's going to die shortly after this, though there's still a chance Richard will change his mind and keep him.]

[tombguard]

[ it feels...wrong. andrew knows he's weaker, knows there's not much energy in his fingertips with it all draining just to coalesce in his lower body, but richard looks so much smaller than him. surely he can move him, shove him aside, even if just a little. but he can't.

there's barely any register of pressure, like a mosquito batting at flesh uselessly, but this thought only lasts as long as scant seconds before that leg slotted between his own is grinding up against his still-clothed erection. the friction drags a whimper from his lips, fingers curling in the cloth in his palms in lieu of more shoving attempts.

there's the sting of fear at the sensation of the other's mouth again, but it's followed by less pricking and more sucking- features twisted in red-faced confusion at the odd sensation. it distracts him enough that the haze of richard's words almost sound nice....at least until his brain catches up. maybe even still. ]

W-Who would enjoy something like this? [ says man currently hard as can be, an unfamiliar desperation in the grip of his hands. nobody has really ever touched him like this before, and it's equally mortifying as it is dizzying. ] It's...your fault, all your fault, not mine...!

[ and yet, andrew almost seems to be leaning further down on that leg, features blotched red. ]

[ementior]

[Richard pulls back from his neck, looking over the mark he's left. Seemingly pleased with it, he presses a kiss to Andrew's jaw with a faint snicker.]

Yes, yes, it's all my fault. The big, bad vampire is forcing your hand because you would never enjoy anyone touching you.

[He rolls his eyes, Andrew's whining little more than background noise at this point. He can see the way he's caving, those slight movements incredibly obvious to Richard.]

Do you want me to take care of this? Or do you want to keep humping my leg like a dog?

[Not that Richard would be opposed to taking in a new puppy... (cocoa turns me to dust instantaneously)]