[He slides a hand up Ryou's neck, brings the other around to an arm, to support.
Tendrils wrap around Ryou'd waist, in case his legs give out.
Then, Atem moves his face away from Ryou's, lets his mouth drift over Ryou's throat. It's familiar territory now, he knows every inch by feel, and he finds one of the usual places with unhurried gentleness. He opens his mouth, slow enough to be a caress, then bites down. Twin fangs break the skin with care, with only the violence that can't be avoided, prying their way into a vein, permitted instead of forced.
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I love you, too.
[He slides a hand up Ryou's neck, brings the other around to an arm, to support.
Tendrils wrap around Ryou'd waist, in case his legs give out.
Then, Atem moves his face away from Ryou's, lets his mouth drift over Ryou's throat. It's familiar territory now, he knows every inch by feel, and he finds one of the usual places with unhurried gentleness. He opens his mouth, slow enough to be a caress, then bites down. Twin fangs break the skin with care, with only the violence that can't be avoided, prying their way into a vein, permitted instead of forced.
And, he drinks.]