Even after he draws himself back, Sebastian's eyes do not lose their hungry red color. Their intensity burns hot despite how gently he calls Vanth's name, and Vanth feels the gaze raking over him, resisting his longing for the blood underneath before, again, he caves.
Sebastian lowers to the wrist above Vanth's head, sinking teeth into the supple flesh below Vanth's palm. Stretched tight over bone, it snaps like the skin of an apple, and Vanth gasps, his fingers flex, as his head lolls to the side beneath his partner's shadow. Overhead, Sebastian's throat bobs, swallowing him down with leashed desperation.
And then, he moves.
He sinks a third time into Vanth's neck—at the space above his collarbone, where the slightest mistake could bleed Vanth out. Another sound escapes him, startled, breathy, as Vanth forces himself still. So badly does he want to squirm against the mouth that feeds from him, to give this restless need some outlet. But he resists tempting Sebastian too much; he's already fighting so hard to hold back with every bite, barely curbing the urge to consume him.
Distantly, Vanth senses a thumb working open his buttons, his clothing pushed aside. It is to make room for Sebastian's tongue pathing down his body, licking over the pulse inside his veins in search of where blood flow is ripest.
With no more access to gain from the top of Vanth's gown, Sebastian dives lower. The fabric moves up and gathers below Vanth's ribs, Sebastian holding it in place with the palm wrapped around Vanth's wrist pressed against the center of his chest. Vanth doesn't see, he feels the bite on his hip, whimpers in its wake, and begins to tremble from the waist down. Sebastian hardly stays long enough to drink. His bites are quicker, his feeding discontent with staying still. Vanth's breaths punch out faster, noisier, until Sebastian's fangs sink into his thigh and wrest a faint scream from him.
Vanth's legs flinch, undecided on whether to flee from Sebastian's hunger or offer themselves to it. His lover decides for him by prying them apart and pinning them down, only to settle between them and feast on his inner thigh.
Vanth all but sobs.
He's so sensitive that he can barely think, so swallowed up he feels drunk. The wounds on his body dully throb, yet the middle of his legs thrums insistently. Vanth attempts to stifle himself with a loose fist against his open mouth, but his voice escapes it easily.
❝ Hhn, mmhn..! ❞
Involuntarily, his ankles twitch while lying over Sebastian's back. Vanth twists as the muscles of his inner thighs do the same, tensing uselessly in place as Sebastian continues to feed.
❝ Ah! Hah— ❞
