Mmhm. [ it's mumbled distractedly - the mouth on his skin is bad enough, but knowing what scorpius is going to do makes it even worse. he's barely paying attention to anything but the feel of scorpius' lips, tongue, and teeth on his skin.
the feel of the tiniest scrape of fang draws a soft keening noise from him and he presses up toward scorpius' mouth until he's pushed back against the chair.
this always happens - one of the reasons they're so careful is that it can be addictive for the donor. albus jerks slightly as fangs press through skin and he lets out a soft moan of his own, fingers curling in the back of his shirt with an encouraging tug.
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the feel of the tiniest scrape of fang draws a soft keening noise from him and he presses up toward scorpius' mouth until he's pushed back against the chair.
this always happens - one of the reasons they're so careful is that it can be addictive for the donor. albus jerks slightly as fangs press through skin and he lets out a soft moan of his own, fingers curling in the back of his shirt with an encouraging tug.
he mumbles out his name, eyes closed.
strange, that it always feels so good. ]