[new vampire comes with new instincts. it's interesting for kavinsky, to find himself flashing fangs like he's a cat. it's not something humans do.
but even that's just for fun. there's unmistakable playfulness in nico's hands, albeit a rougher sort of game— that's fun. it's a fun game to play, especially when the rules aren't exactly clear or clean. his grin grows a little sly. he slips his fingers over nico's hand, testing the surety of the demigod's grip, glancing back over his shoulder.
and then, abruptly, he turns around. a burst of vampire hyperspeed. his own fingers closed firmly around nico's hips, eyes on the death god's hips. hey, a little competition never fucked up the game right? that's part of the game.]
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but even that's just for fun. there's unmistakable playfulness in nico's hands, albeit a rougher sort of game— that's fun. it's a fun game to play, especially when the rules aren't exactly clear or clean. his grin grows a little sly. he slips his fingers over nico's hand, testing the surety of the demigod's grip, glancing back over his shoulder.
and then, abruptly, he turns around. a burst of vampire hyperspeed. his own fingers closed firmly around nico's hips, eyes on the death god's hips. hey, a little competition never fucked up the game right? that's part of the game.]
Ass hungry, baby? What's going on?