[ In the past, many had experienced the exact scene Janus is imagining. This moment would have been their last, and Rafa would have considered it a kinder death than most humans ever got. These days, he is trying to be better than that. It has been a very long time since his teeth have been anyone's cause of death. He is trying to be better for Shane's sake, and for Alec's, and for Dick's, maybe, even though there is no Dick to be better for anymore, and even though Shane claims not to require it. He is trying.
He thinks he is more or less successful. But that doesn't remove the temptation, especially when he's this close to warm, flushing skin, and soft lips, and gentle, willing hands, and smiles that seem to trust him. This would be sweeter if he could bite. He could make Janus enjoy it, even, the way he made all of them enjoy it.
But then the warm hands would grow cold and the smile would disappear, and Rafa would care about that in a way he didn't used to. So he doesn't bite; he only nips, and then kisses, and lets his hands trail down over a warm cheek and warming neck, and beneath them there's a firmer chest than he was expecting, sloping to a taught stomach, and hips he can neatly fit his own against.
And then there's the trail of kisses back up to Janus' lips, the soft tug of blunt teeth against their lower lip, and the way Rafa's smile curves onto theirs before he speaks. ]
You taste better than chocolate. I never liked it much, anyway, but I like you.
[ He nudges his nose against theirs while leaning in to kiss them again. ]
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He thinks he is more or less successful. But that doesn't remove the temptation, especially when he's this close to warm, flushing skin, and soft lips, and gentle, willing hands, and smiles that seem to trust him. This would be sweeter if he could bite. He could make Janus enjoy it, even, the way he made all of them enjoy it.
But then the warm hands would grow cold and the smile would disappear, and Rafa would care about that in a way he didn't used to. So he doesn't bite; he only nips, and then kisses, and lets his hands trail down over a warm cheek and warming neck, and beneath them there's a firmer chest than he was expecting, sloping to a taught stomach, and hips he can neatly fit his own against.
And then there's the trail of kisses back up to Janus' lips, the soft tug of blunt teeth against their lower lip, and the way Rafa's smile curves onto theirs before he speaks. ]
You taste better than chocolate. I never liked it much, anyway, but I like you.
[ He nudges his nose against theirs while leaning in to kiss them again. ]