[ the skin at his throat has less burns and ruin than the rest of him, which means he can feel more of what david's doing. he's got an idea of what the intent is. the marks will linger for a while, about as long as any he leaves on david, but it'll take more effort to get them there in the first place. too many years underground. too many years killing. and then his time here, if time ever mattered here.
he lets his instincts keep and adjust the pace as they go. letting the hunger, perpetual as it is even if he's got a good leash on it, dictate this. it's not just what he wants, either; whatever david does, how he ends up reacting, drives that too.
there's parallels there to how he kills, but the less he thinks about that right now, the better.
for now he can let himself half-focus on not hitting the injuries as he rakes his own nails across david's skin, trying to avoid anything on his back. the grip under david's knee squeezes briefly and then he lets go, more carefully, so he can get that hand going too. ]
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he lets his instincts keep and adjust the pace as they go. letting the hunger, perpetual as it is even if he's got a good leash on it, dictate this. it's not just what he wants, either; whatever david does, how he ends up reacting, drives that too.
there's parallels there to how he kills, but the less he thinks about that right now, the better.
for now he can let himself half-focus on not hitting the injuries as he rakes his own nails across david's skin, trying to avoid anything on his back. the grip under david's knee squeezes briefly and then he lets go, more carefully, so he can get that hand going too. ]