[ He's trying to tempt— that's the point. Or maybe it's cowardice, since he wouldn't be able to bear it if he was the only one here that wants this as much as he does. His interest is obvious, pushing up against the front of the pants that Vietnam bought for him; everything she's done thus far has already gone to his head. It's difficult for him to argue otherwise.
So, despite his seeming confidence— his heart is hammering in his ears. His vampire's blood makes it easy for him to pin her against the wall with the strength of his shoulders alone, but his hand is surprisingly reverent as it roams from front to back, from back to breasts. ]
This is your chance to tell me no.
[ He says it almost like a plea. A request to tether him if he's doing something wrong, if he's overstepped. Because more than anything else, he couldn't bear it if Vietnam threw him out for any perceived offense— he's lost in time and at her mercy, even if he's the one currently grazing his fangs on her neck, rocking his hips up against her frame. ]
Has anyone ever told you that you're intoxicating?
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So, despite his seeming confidence— his heart is hammering in his ears. His vampire's blood makes it easy for him to pin her against the wall with the strength of his shoulders alone, but his hand is surprisingly reverent as it roams from front to back, from back to breasts. ]
This is your chance to tell me no.
[ He says it almost like a plea. A request to tether him if he's doing something wrong, if he's overstepped. Because more than anything else, he couldn't bear it if Vietnam threw him out for any perceived offense— he's lost in time and at her mercy, even if he's the one currently grazing his fangs on her neck, rocking his hips up against her frame. ]
Has anyone ever told you that you're intoxicating?