Damian was originally of Belle Morte's line, even though She who made him now qualified as a sourdre de sang in her own right. Sexuality is still built in. He simply controls it more than most out of long-learned necessity.
"Sharing blood is intimate," he tells Jason simply, the hunger in his eyes leaking now to the rest of his manner. He glides over to Jason, looking him up and down. The wolf has been malnourished, but is on the mend. Whatever happened, it was serious, but he keeps his mouth shut.
"Where would you prefer I bite?" He has always been courteous to Jason. It is something he does differently with those he chooses, something that separates them from the women at the club, who are little more to him than annoying snacks.
Jason snorts. "Yeah, well not everyone is as comfortable as you guys are."
He gives a light shrug, grinning. "I'm easy. Just not the wrist...rolled or not, it still hurts like a bitch after the fact." The grins grows more wicked.
Jason rolls further onto the bed and moves to sit in front of Damian, resting his back comfortably against the vampire. There's no anxiety in him, only anticipation. Even if it's not Jean Claude or Asher, he still likes feeding the vampires.
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"Sharing blood is intimate," he tells Jason simply, the hunger in his eyes leaking now to the rest of his manner. He glides over to Jason, looking him up and down. The wolf has been malnourished, but is on the mend. Whatever happened, it was serious, but he keeps his mouth shut.
"Where would you prefer I bite?" He has always been courteous to Jason. It is something he does differently with those he chooses, something that separates them from the women at the club, who are little more to him than annoying snacks.
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He gives a light shrug, grinning. "I'm easy. Just not the wrist...rolled or not, it still hurts like a bitch after the fact." The grins grows more wicked.
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"Ready when you are."
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