[sweetling? the boy's eyebrows pop up on his forehead. what a question. he studies the older vampire for a short moment— calculating, wondering, a little sly, but not fearful.]
Myself, dipshit, [he replies. he says it with conviction and everything, his stare steady, chin lifted, skinny muscles balanced like a snake measuring his strike, or waiting to see if he'd be the one struck. when getting your dick in a butt is your objective, anything can happen!! okay not really, that's weird. but not entirely true. the man seems game to play.] I think I'm more savory. Umame flavor. But you could suck my dick and find out.
[little fangs exposed in a grin. he doesn't back down. he goes the other way, the flat of his forehead nudging into ignacio's.]
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Myself, dipshit, [he replies. he says it with conviction and everything, his stare steady, chin lifted, skinny muscles balanced like a snake measuring his strike, or waiting to see if he'd be the one struck. when getting your dick in a butt is your objective, anything can happen!! okay not really, that's weird. but not entirely true. the man seems game to play.] I think I'm more savory. Umame flavor. But you could suck my dick and find out.
[little fangs exposed in a grin. he doesn't back down. he goes the other way, the flat of his forehead nudging into ignacio's.]