[The trust Albus puts in him for this is just as heady as the act itself. He gives a teasing nibble with his flat teeth, arching into the hand at his lower back.] You love it.
[He presses more wet kisses up to Albus' ear, nibbling at the lobe before agonizingly slowly tracing his way back down to where he plans to bite, dragging a fang over the soft skin there with just enough pressure for Albus to feel it, to know.
He waits a few breaths more, hands pressing Albus' shoulders firmly to the back of the chair, then finally sinks his fangs into Albus' neck. His earlier ministrations already drew the blood to the surface and he moans as it fills his senses.]
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[He presses more wet kisses up to Albus' ear, nibbling at the lobe before agonizingly slowly tracing his way back down to where he plans to bite, dragging a fang over the soft skin there with just enough pressure for Albus to feel it, to know.
He waits a few breaths more, hands pressing Albus' shoulders firmly to the back of the chair, then finally sinks his fangs into Albus' neck. His earlier ministrations already drew the blood to the surface and he moans as it fills his senses.]