You'll have to share your thoughts once you've rested.
[He knows McGillis will have them. One more little benign similarity - their minds are just as unlikely to rest as their bodies.
That collar unbuttons and immediately eyes flick to newly exposed skin with a remarkable similarity to the way one might look at a plate freshly revealed from under a cloche at a fancy dinner. Given the nature of what they are and the position they're in... it's mildly predatory, in an oddly benign way, but even that dissipates as soon as he sees the bite already present, replaced with a knowing, conspiratorial smile as his gaze returns to McGillis's face.
He knows. He knows you know he knows, and that you'll just have to sit with that.
Idly, he considers biting over the mark already present. On the one hand, it would hide this exchange rather effectively, but on the other... it would be an overstep, and would feel like erasing the claim already there. So the thought is filed away to go unmentioned, right next to the surprise that McGillis is offering his neck when he could bite anywhere - certainly somewhere less intimate - with equal effect. He's choosing to believe it's because somewhere there's an affinity for the tropes of drama and gothic romance, even if the only thing gothic or romantic about this sleep-deprived exchange is the vampire bite itself.]
A mutually beneficial arrangement. I will not take enough to do you harm, but should you want me to stop early... I will not fault you for doing whatever you need to.
[One last provision. One last reassurance. One last moment to back out while he shifts on the bed to get closer. A hand goes to his neck, fingers spreading over skin, with his thumb even running over his jaw. Something to lean against while fangs sink too easily, too painlessly into the flesh of the opposite side.]
how many tags will we not have the cw
[He knows McGillis will have them. One more little benign similarity - their minds are just as unlikely to rest as their bodies.
That collar unbuttons and immediately eyes flick to newly exposed skin with a remarkable similarity to the way one might look at a plate freshly revealed from under a cloche at a fancy dinner. Given the nature of what they are and the position they're in... it's mildly predatory, in an oddly benign way, but even that dissipates as soon as he sees the bite already present, replaced with a knowing, conspiratorial smile as his gaze returns to McGillis's face.
He knows. He knows you know he knows, and that you'll just have to sit with that.
Idly, he considers biting over the mark already present. On the one hand, it would hide this exchange rather effectively, but on the other... it would be an overstep, and would feel like erasing the claim already there. So the thought is filed away to go unmentioned, right next to the surprise that McGillis is offering his neck when he could bite anywhere - certainly somewhere less intimate - with equal effect. He's choosing to believe it's because somewhere there's an affinity for the tropes of drama and gothic romance, even if the only thing gothic or romantic about this sleep-deprived exchange is the vampire bite itself.]
A mutually beneficial arrangement. I will not take enough to do you harm, but should you want me to stop early... I will not fault you for doing whatever you need to.
[One last provision. One last reassurance. One last moment to back out while he shifts on the bed to get closer. A hand goes to his neck, fingers spreading over skin, with his thumb even running over his jaw. Something to lean against while fangs sink too easily, too painlessly into the flesh of the opposite side.]