[He can't remember the last time someone had him on his heels like this for the game of dangerous seduction. Every time he tries to deflect, there Leto is pressing right back in again. Just like that fight— just like the dagger pushed against his chin— gifted heartbeat racing while his eyes blew black, so sure his grin would be the only thing that cut.]
I'd be lying if I said I didn't like the way you pierce me.
[He might as well be fanning himself; the breathiness implied. Vain as he is.... he still hungers for the bite of his own fangs, held by hounding hands.]
As for the rest? Depends.
How much would you be wearing in this future scenario of yours?
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I'd be lying if I said I didn't like the way you pierce me.
[He might as well be fanning himself; the breathiness implied. Vain as he is.... he still hungers for the bite of his own fangs, held by hounding hands.]
As for the rest? Depends.
How much would you be wearing in this future scenario of yours?