OOM: Micah's Room

[mr_smarty_vamp]

Damian is relieved when Micah ushers him into the room, and he closes the door behind them. He would normally take a bit more time with those offering so freely the blood he needs, but he has pushed the bloodlust back and the walls of his shields are beginning to crumble.

"Where do you prefer I bite, Micah?"

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[mr_smarty_vamp]

Damian nods curtly. "Over on the sofa, facing the arm of it," he instructs Micah. The sofa is a bit less intimate than the bed, and is his normal choice for feeding when it's available to him. He is glad that Micah is experienced in donating. He doesn't know that he would have the correct patience with someone new and inexperienced at the moment.

[mr_smarty_vamp]

Damian's eyes bleed into green fire again as the bloodlust overcomes him, and he can't help the way his vampiric gifts add a thick sensuality to his voice. "I don't plan to."

His steps are smooth but swift, and he kneels on the sofa behind Micah, one arm wrapping around the wereleopard to steady him while the other urges his neck to the side. There is a brush of his icy lips to the skin of Micah's throat, and then, without another word, he strikes.

His fangs sink into flesh, and he latches onto the wound with a soft guttural sound when the scalding blood pumps over his tongue.