Questionable morals… that sounded about right to Zander. But who needed morals anyway? People who were stuffy and boring and innocent clung to them, and Zander was none of those.
“You’ll forget all that stress when I’m done with you,” came his little whispered promise. Well, at least for a while that stress would be forgotten -- and maybe that’s what kept Lacroix coming back here, knowing Zander could put him in a thoughtless state, even for just a few moments. He couldn’t fix all of Lacroix’s problems, no, but he could certainly make them all go away for the rest of the night.
Lacroix hadn’t exactly said ‘go ahead and bite me,’ but his shift to settle back against Zander made him seem agreeable enough to the idea. Zander curled an arm around the front of Lacroix’s shoulders, not to force him to stay close, but just to hold him steady should the mage choose to remain near. If Lacroix panicked and wanted out last minute, Zander wouldn’t make any move to stop that.
But he hoped Lacroix wouldn’t stop him, because being so close to drinking blood now was exciting a very primal urge inside of him. “Just relax,” Zander coached, trying to keep Lacroix warmed up to the idea. Years of practice gave him the accuracy to sink his teeth into someone’s neck without fracturing a major artery, but he used his free hand to hold Lacroix’s jaw in place anyway with a gentle pressure. If Lacroix didn’t make any protest, he’d use those sharp teeth of his to sink into the skin there -- the whole idea felt incredibly scandalous, a shared secret between the two of them that Hector could never find out about.
“You’ll forget all that stress when I’m done with you,” came his little whispered promise. Well, at least for a while that stress would be forgotten -- and maybe that’s what kept Lacroix coming back here, knowing Zander could put him in a thoughtless state, even for just a few moments. He couldn’t fix all of Lacroix’s problems, no, but he could certainly make them all go away for the rest of the night.
Lacroix hadn’t exactly said ‘go ahead and bite me,’ but his shift to settle back against Zander made him seem agreeable enough to the idea. Zander curled an arm around the front of Lacroix’s shoulders, not to force him to stay close, but just to hold him steady should the mage choose to remain near. If Lacroix panicked and wanted out last minute, Zander wouldn’t make any move to stop that.
But he hoped Lacroix wouldn’t stop him, because being so close to drinking blood now was exciting a very primal urge inside of him. “Just relax,” Zander coached, trying to keep Lacroix warmed up to the idea. Years of practice gave him the accuracy to sink his teeth into someone’s neck without fracturing a major artery, but he used his free hand to hold Lacroix’s jaw in place anyway with a gentle pressure. If Lacroix didn’t make any protest, he’d use those sharp teeth of his to sink into the skin there -- the whole idea felt incredibly scandalous, a shared secret between the two of them that Hector could never find out about.
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