[finished]
Asher's a social butterfly~
Characters: Asher [Original], Cliff Fittir [Original]
Place: Asher's room (Kepler Cabins, Titan Hall, Unit 3)
Time: Right after this, dears
Summary: Cliff volunteers to feed Asher, as he's a good upstanding citizen or something
Warnings: Well, orgasm. And some man-on-man action, I guess. Oh, and blood!
Asher was the picture of serenity most of the time, his face a blank slate that was unreadable. But now, he was biting his full lower lip, looking just a tad worried.
A blond man, whose name he still didn't know (this seemed to be a trend lately...), was coming to his room to serve as a donor. He really had to start asking for names before he let them agree to help; it was so rude of him not to do so.
Huffing a little sigh, an unnecessary exhale at that, he looked down at his hands only to find them trembling. To be feeding from a complete stranger, it was so uncomfortable, so awkward. But he needed this, he had to have blood. And this man, whoever he was, he wasn't human, or so he claimed. Which meant either his blood was useless, or it'd be like that of a lycanthrope and would get him higher than a kite.
Thoughts tumbling through his head, he settles for pacing, waiting as patiently as he could for that faithful knock.
Characters: Asher [Original], Cliff Fittir [Original]
Place: Asher's room (Kepler Cabins, Titan Hall, Unit 3)
Time: Right after this, dears
Summary: Cliff volunteers to feed Asher, as he's a good upstanding citizen or something
Warnings: Well, orgasm. And some man-on-man action, I guess. Oh, and blood!
Asher was the picture of serenity most of the time, his face a blank slate that was unreadable. But now, he was biting his full lower lip, looking just a tad worried.
A blond man, whose name he still didn't know (this seemed to be a trend lately...), was coming to his room to serve as a donor. He really had to start asking for names before he let them agree to help; it was so rude of him not to do so.
Huffing a little sigh, an unnecessary exhale at that, he looked down at his hands only to find them trembling. To be feeding from a complete stranger, it was so uncomfortable, so awkward. But he needed this, he had to have blood. And this man, whoever he was, he wasn't human, or so he claimed. Which meant either his blood was useless, or it'd be like that of a lycanthrope and would get him higher than a kite.
Thoughts tumbling through his head, he settles for pacing, waiting as patiently as he could for that faithful knock.