sender kisses receiver to taste the blood on their busted lip / bram and daniel yay // @brokenfist
The kiss stole the very breath from your lungs. You weren't expecting it; not so soon anyway. Wasn't it kind of funny? Bram, with all his words about how much he hated you, always seemed to be the one to break first? To initiate the blurring of lines between fighting and... something more. You thought so. He always seemed to give in to exactly what you wanted. Not that you were complaining; you were enjoying every second of it.
You pulled him closer to you; one hand with fingers digging into the skin of his side and the other at the base of his neck. Blood and saliva mixed together in a kiss so rough, so hot, that you nearly failed to suppress a moan.
As he went to pull back for breath, you pulled him back in, catching his lip with your teeth. You bit hard enough to draw blood before releasing him. Now you match. Opps. You drag your finger along his now bloody lip, a grin on your features, even now as your lungs greedily tried to take in much needed air. You keep eye contact with him as you bring your finger to your mouth, licking his blood away like it was the remnants of your favorite meal.
