Mmhmm! [ higher pitch as the fang presses into his finger, a surprise and a pleasure. he finishes licking hwylryn clean and lets him go with a pop! he might have been hesitant to do so, but the question is a prize of it's own. ]
You'd let me? I want to... [ ahh he's back here like he was that night in the gardens, with all the enthusiasm of a highschool boy. ]
He can sense Ish's enthusiasm and it only encourages Hwylryn - he brings up the back of his hand to lift the necklace, exposing his bare neck and shoulders, as if lifting up a curtain. A little scandalous? Maybe. But no more scandalous than Ish cleaning his fingers, so Hwyl thinks they're pretty even (happy). )
I can't get this off. Can you? ... I want it, too. ( He doesn't mind the unremovable magic outfits, except suddenly he can't expose prime bite zone for Ish? ) You can pick anywhere, if you want... everywhere, if you'd enjoy it.
It's my magic. [ proudly, because he's a witch after all!. ish sits up (boo), murmuring his magic words, wrapping his hands in a golden hue. like this he's able to unclasp the necklace easily, placing it to the side.
this view IS more scandalous to his 1920's gentleman eyes. don't mind him licking his lips (for some remaining juice, no, for his next bite) as he considers where he should place himself. ]
If I bit you everywhere, even Cain would notice. [ sadly.
so...just here will have to do. he places his hands against hwylryn's chest, the magic on his hands loosening the fabric there for greater skin to skin contact. and then he leans in, biting (striking really), right above his collarbone.
it's not gentle given the speed and his fangs, small but pointy, like the snake he is. but once he savors the taste (as it's certainly hard enough to draw blood), he begins to lap at the puncture marks with care. ]
( licking his lips......... don't mind how hwyl feels about that he feels normal (pos) (arous---- )
Maybe that's what I want?
( He says with a laugh, without shame - even though he's trying so hard to be lowkey for both their sakes, he really doesn't wanna!!!
Ish's metered effort in laying down his bite gets a breathy, slightly indecent ah— though he'd been expecting it. It's much different than Hwylryn's style of biting, and it delights him to encounter something new. He lets his head lilt to the side, better exposing his neck - to push forth his collarbone a little more so Ish can work with it easier, Hwylryn watching happily. )
How do I taste?
( Questions he'll likely ask again in a very different context (gazes at our other thread)... He rests his arms on Ish's shoulders as Ish laps up the blood, one encouragingly caressing the back of Ish's neck, fingers curling into his hair ... the other caressing (teasing?) the marks he'd left on Ish again, as if excited to be connected in this way. )
[ the only way he can say no in a situation like this is where he doesn't say anything at all. instead he suckles harder, encouraged by the taste and sounds they're making together; drawing more blood and marring more previously clear skin. mmmn. it's his first time tasting blood other than his own, and it might as well be wine with the way it hits him in his body and mind. ]
Irresistible. [ dangerously so, but it's too late now. he starts to nibble when he feels the ache of the marks on his neck light up again. not digging into the two pin pricks he made, but drawing a new chain of shallow love bites lower towards his chest. he's not getting much to wet his tongue with considering they're scrapes, but it's clear he has a destination in mind.
his hands are wandering down too, pulling down the fabric to expose bare chest. fingers mapping out the soft curves and bone that protect hwylryn's beating heart. ]
I want more. Can I have it? [ one bite, one chain of kisses, was his plan. but he's becoming so terribly greedy. one more can't hurt, right? ]
( Ah, mmh, he's vocal here, too - soft but pleased little sounds; a thrum of feedback with his beating heart that says i like this, keep going, it's good, - even the way Ish's fingers run along his skin earn small, melodic sounds of approval.
Ish doesn't need to ask - he's already more than earned it. But Hwylryn likes hearing Ish ask for things that he wants, just as much as he likes Ish just taking it. )
You are getting greedy, hm?
( In a tone of praise. Ish is a great student! Hwylryn almostttt feels a little bad that he can get Ish to just cheat through the effect... but it feels so strikingly bold for Ish to just start stripping him down, even if it's because his outfit sort of invited it (then again, this outfit came from Ish's magic, too - so isn't this a little on Ish?) - it's hard for him to not find that he enjoys this; that it's exciting.
His skin, bared, feels a little chilly - and it makes the gentle ache of the small bites, the warm sensation of Ish's tongue, feel that much warmer.
He presses his lips to Ish's hair, stealing his hat so Ish can work his way down without trouble - and Hwyl can dip down to press a kiss to his ear (ah, no, that's Hwyl teething his ear, actually) before Ish goes too far down.
His voice falls lower: )
... All of this is for you, and only you. You can have as much as you'd like.
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You'd let me? I want to... [ ahh he's back here like he was that night in the gardens, with all the enthusiasm of a highschool boy. ]
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He can sense Ish's enthusiasm and it only encourages Hwylryn - he brings up the back of his hand to lift the necklace, exposing his bare neck and shoulders, as if lifting up a curtain. A little scandalous? Maybe. But no more scandalous than Ish cleaning his fingers, so Hwyl thinks they're pretty even (happy). )
I can't get this off. Can you? ... I want it, too. ( He doesn't mind the unremovable magic outfits, except suddenly he can't expose prime bite zone for Ish? ) You can pick anywhere, if you want... everywhere, if you'd enjoy it.
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this view IS more scandalous to his 1920's gentleman eyes. don't mind him licking his lips (for some remaining juice, no, for his next bite) as he considers where he should place himself. ]
If I bit you everywhere, even Cain would notice. [
so...just here will have to do. he places his hands against hwylryn's chest, the magic on his hands loosening the fabric there for greater skin to skin contact. and then he leans in, biting (striking really), right above his collarbone.
it's not gentle given the speed and his fangs, small but pointy, like the snake he is. but once he savors the taste (as it's certainly hard enough to draw blood), he begins to lap at the puncture marks with care. ]
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Maybe that's what I want?
( He says with a laugh, without shame - even though he's trying so hard to be lowkey for both their sakes, he really doesn't wanna!!!
Ish's metered effort in laying down his bite gets a breathy, slightly indecent ah— though he'd been expecting it. It's much different than Hwylryn's style of biting, and it delights him to encounter something new. He lets his head lilt to the side, better exposing his neck - to push forth his collarbone a little more so Ish can work with it easier, Hwylryn watching happily. )
How do I taste?
( Questions he'll likely ask again in a very different context (gazes at our other thread)... He rests his arms on Ish's shoulders as Ish laps up the blood, one encouragingly caressing the back of Ish's neck, fingers curling into his hair ... the other caressing (teasing?) the marks he'd left on Ish again, as if excited to be connected in this way. )
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Irresistible. [ dangerously so, but it's too late now. he starts to nibble when he feels the ache of the marks on his neck light up again. not digging into the two pin pricks he made, but drawing a new chain of shallow love bites lower towards his chest. he's not getting much to wet his tongue with considering they're scrapes, but it's clear he has a destination in mind.
his hands are wandering down too, pulling down the fabric to expose bare chest. fingers mapping out the soft curves and bone that protect hwylryn's beating heart. ]
I want more. Can I have it? [ one bite, one chain of kisses, was his plan. but he's becoming so terribly greedy. one more can't hurt, right? ]
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Ish doesn't need to ask - he's already more than earned it. But Hwylryn likes hearing Ish ask for things that he wants, just as much as he likes Ish just taking it. )
You are getting greedy, hm?
( In a tone of praise. Ish is a great student! Hwylryn almostttt feels a little bad that he can get Ish to just cheat through the effect... but it feels so strikingly bold for Ish to just start stripping him down, even if it's because his outfit sort of invited it (then again, this outfit came from Ish's magic, too - so isn't this a little on Ish?) - it's hard for him to not find that he enjoys this; that it's exciting.
His skin, bared, feels a little chilly - and it makes the gentle ache of the small bites, the warm sensation of Ish's tongue, feel that much warmer.
He presses his lips to Ish's hair, stealing his hat so Ish can work his way down without trouble - and Hwyl can dip down to press a kiss to his ear (ah, no, that's Hwyl teething his ear, actually) before Ish goes too far down.
His voice falls lower: )
... All of this is for you, and only you. You can have as much as you'd like.
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