I've tried so hard to keep it together
Logan felt the brush of Reggie's nose, his own scrunching up at the sensation, sniffing. He could smell blood and sand and salt, and something else entirely, some scent that belonged solely to Reggie and nothing else.
Logan laughed once, the sound dazed and drunken, a heavy version of his normal vague giggle, and turned his head to press his nose behind Reggie's ear. Breathing in a way he hadn't since he was mortal, getting drunk on Reggie's smell as much as he was already drunk on laced vitae.
"S'fucking pretty as shit," Logan's lips brushed against Reggie's neck as he mumbled, words soft and muffled. His fangs were heavy behind his lips, his gums starting to ache. He wasn't hungry, he'd had more than enough blood already tonight, but he couldn't stop himself as his fangs slipped smoothly into Reggie's throat.
Vitae filled his mouth, spilled from the corners and trailed in thin little lines down his chin. He shuddered, biting down a little harder, a tiny sound breathed out his nose.
It was a few seconds before Logan realized what he was doing, that he was drinking from Reggie. And, oh, he tasted so fucking good. So so fucking good. Logan practically had to yank himself away, practically had to tear his fangs free before he went too far. Before he lost control and drank too much.
Logan was on his feet quickly, swaying as he stood in the uneven sand. Reggie was still heavy on his tongue, still leaking down his chin. He had to go, had to leave before things got too weird. What would Reggie think of him, drinking from him like that? Like he was a meal, or a lesser Cainite.
"I have to go," the words were barely out before Logan took off up the beach, Celerity helping him reach the house as quickly as he needed to.
He could never be sure exactly how he found the room assigned to him and Reggie, but he buried himself beneath the covers, giving in and shaking hard as he waited for dawn to force him to sleep.
Logan laughed once, the sound dazed and drunken, a heavy version of his normal vague giggle, and turned his head to press his nose behind Reggie's ear. Breathing in a way he hadn't since he was mortal, getting drunk on Reggie's smell as much as he was already drunk on laced vitae.
"S'fucking pretty as shit," Logan's lips brushed against Reggie's neck as he mumbled, words soft and muffled. His fangs were heavy behind his lips, his gums starting to ache. He wasn't hungry, he'd had more than enough blood already tonight, but he couldn't stop himself as his fangs slipped smoothly into Reggie's throat.
Vitae filled his mouth, spilled from the corners and trailed in thin little lines down his chin. He shuddered, biting down a little harder, a tiny sound breathed out his nose.
It was a few seconds before Logan realized what he was doing, that he was drinking from Reggie. And, oh, he tasted so fucking good. So so fucking good. Logan practically had to yank himself away, practically had to tear his fangs free before he went too far. Before he lost control and drank too much.
Logan was on his feet quickly, swaying as he stood in the uneven sand. Reggie was still heavy on his tongue, still leaking down his chin. He had to go, had to leave before things got too weird. What would Reggie think of him, drinking from him like that? Like he was a meal, or a lesser Cainite.
"I have to go," the words were barely out before Logan took off up the beach, Celerity helping him reach the house as quickly as he needed to.
He could never be sure exactly how he found the room assigned to him and Reggie, but he buried himself beneath the covers, giving in and shaking hard as he waited for dawn to force him to sleep.