OPEN RP POST.

[whereagainst]

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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[engorgimpressed]

[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.]

[whereagainst]

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. ]

[engorgimpressed]

[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.]