OPEN RP POST.

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Open RP post! Do you want to continue a thread from bakerstreet? Start a new one? Ask me for a crazy AU? I'm open to cross-canon AUs and rp with any castmates! Have an HP OC? I'm down for that too! If you want something just go ahead and ask, and I don't have to know you to want to RP with you. I don't bite!

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[Predictably, Scorpius arches into that touch. His languidly pleased mood isn't disrupted by the miniature lecture; Albus has a point, after all. The kiss and Albus' low words only cement Scorpius' reply to his next question.]

If not the bed, you should probably put your notes away first. [His grin is absolutely filthy.]

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[ albus grins at that and instead of pushing him to get up, gently tosses his notes off to the nearest flat surface and arches an eyebrow. ] Here, no notes. [ it's practically a smirk.

he shifts, hands coming to rest at scorpius' hips and hold onto him tightly as he tips his head back and to the side, inviting. ] As you wish.

[engorgimpressed]

[If forgetting to restock his supplies ends in this, that's not exactly good motivation to keep the fridge full, now is it?

He shifts in Albus' lap to get a better angle, his hands sliding up the man's chest before settling on his shoulders. His tongue flicks hungrily over the tip of one of his fangs, pupils dilating to swallow up the grey of his eyes as he leans in.

Of course part of the fun is building up the anticipation and he nuzzles against the pulse point in Albus' neck, licking and sucking at the skin there. The bite mark will be healed by the time he's finished, but the hickey's gonna stay.]

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[ yeah, well, it's a positive feedback loop. there's not too much to be done for it, is there?

(there is, but they won't.)

albus' fingertips press down where they rest and he takes a slow breath, eyes lidding halfway as he stretches out his neck obediently. he loves this part just as much as the rest - the build up, the wait, the wondering. he practically squirms a little beneath him, breath huffing out of him on something that's almost a whine but is mostly scorpius' name.

one hand slips back to rest at the small of his back, fingers splayed. ] Tease.

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[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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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.

he mumbles out his name, eyes closed.

strange, that it always feels so good. ]

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[He's always careful not to take too much-- usually about half of what he'd get from a regular pack of donated blood. Even less when they're hoping for "strenuous activity" after. Not a full "meal", but more than enough to tide him over until they can restock.

One hand keeps Albus pressed still to the chair, the other sliding over his back and into his hair, fingers tangling in the thick strands. Every time he drinks from Albus, the difference between that and how he usually eats becomes so stark and clear and part of him wonders why he ever does anything but this.

That's the dangerous part, the part he most needs to ignore.

It's over in just a few minutes, Scorpius pulling himself away and running his tongue over the bite to heal it. It disappears a moment later, though the absolutely wicked hickey gladly remains.]