[Chuuya licks Dazai's blood off his fingers, pleased, shoves three of them into his own mouth at once just to make sure he gets every last drop. The more blood he gets, the warmer his body feels, the brighter his eyes turn, although there's still no humanity to see there at all.
Chuuya really would hate what he's become. He fought hard to prove his humanity, and now he's losing it completely. He's going against everything he believes in.
But it's not like the vampire cares. Spit-slick fingers grab Dazai's head, push it back uncomfortably so Chuuya can reach down and lick at his exposed throat. There's so much delicious blood still there. He can feel Dazai's pulse. His hips push down more insistently, grinding too roughly now, because how Dazai feels about all of this is irrelevant.]
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Date: 2022-09-25 11:32 pm (UTC)Chuuya really would hate what he's become. He fought hard to prove his humanity, and now he's losing it completely. He's going against everything he believes in.
But it's not like the vampire cares. Spit-slick fingers grab Dazai's head, push it back uncomfortably so Chuuya can reach down and lick at his exposed throat. There's so much delicious blood still there. He can feel Dazai's pulse. His hips push down more insistently, grinding too roughly now, because how Dazai feels about all of this is irrelevant.]