[the rapid up and down of his chest is something he wishes he had better control over right now. he has no idea if it's bothering kavinsky or not, resting somewhere that's moving consistently, though he can't flip them now-- not while the fledgling is readying to bite him.
he braces for pain because that's an obvious feeling; no matter the shape of the teeth, being bit isn't going to be entirely pleasant. kurt cringes at the sting, careful to keep the muscles beneath kavinsky's mouth from tensing and rejecting the fangs. his frame shudders at the slick of a tongue, the sensation foreign against his skin, then there's the slightest pressure, some simple movement of those teeth and the warmth seeps in.
lowering one hand from the other boy's waist, he splays it flat across the blankets beneath them, the lingering arm gingerly squeezing, silent encouragement. his head relaxes back and kurt lets his eyes slip shut, relinquishing himself to hedonism for however long the vampire must drink.
there's. something different about this bite, and it's not that kavinsky is half-burnt, desperately feeding because he needs it. (well, it's partially that, but--) he can't explain it right now. so, he lies perfectly still, focuses on settling his breath while kneading over his fellow brunet's hip.]
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he braces for pain because that's an obvious feeling; no matter the shape of the teeth, being bit isn't going to be entirely pleasant. kurt cringes at the sting, careful to keep the muscles beneath kavinsky's mouth from tensing and rejecting the fangs. his frame shudders at the slick of a tongue, the sensation foreign against his skin, then there's the slightest pressure, some simple movement of those teeth and the warmth seeps in.
lowering one hand from the other boy's waist, he splays it flat across the blankets beneath them, the lingering arm gingerly squeezing, silent encouragement. his head relaxes back and kurt lets his eyes slip shut, relinquishing himself to hedonism for however long the vampire must drink.
there's. something different about this bite, and it's not that kavinsky is half-burnt, desperately feeding because he needs it. (well, it's partially that, but--) he can't explain it right now. so, he lies perfectly still, focuses on settling his breath while kneading over his fellow brunet's hip.]