to be honest, he probably drinks too much. enough that kurt feels, dimly, that the room is drifting further away, that sounds start to hit a thick cloud of half-deaf nothing before it connects with kurt's fingers. a dim impression of cold. but the pleasure's there to roll all of these strange and discomfitting sensations underneath, a wave of velvet, a chocolate sea, a quagmire of rose petals. a seductive approximation of death tricking the endings of kurt's nerves with a tingling rush.
and for kavinsky, it's good. the rush of blood, its taste and heat. the primal connection between blood and vampire is so powerful that it drives away the too-acute reality of pain. builds a wall between him and it, through which he can still hear the terrible noise of his own suffering, but it no longer seems quite so near.
and after awhile-- after not too long, he wills himself to stop. the fangs part from kurt. a prick of his own blood, a laving of his tongue, and the wounds close.
and then the face that kavinsky hides in the mutant's neck after is not quite so horribly burned and maimed as it had been before.]
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to be honest, he probably drinks too much. enough that kurt feels, dimly, that the room is drifting further away, that sounds start to hit a thick cloud of half-deaf nothing before it connects with kurt's fingers. a dim impression of cold. but the pleasure's there to roll all of these strange and discomfitting sensations underneath, a wave of velvet, a chocolate sea, a quagmire of rose petals. a seductive approximation of death tricking the endings of kurt's nerves with a tingling rush.
and for kavinsky, it's good. the rush of blood, its taste and heat. the primal connection between blood and vampire is so powerful that it drives away the too-acute reality of pain. builds a wall between him and it, through which he can still hear the terrible noise of his own suffering, but it no longer seems quite so near.
and after awhile-- after not too long, he wills himself to stop. the fangs part from kurt. a prick of his own blood, a laving of his tongue, and the wounds close.
and then the face that kavinsky hides in the mutant's neck after is not quite so horribly burned and maimed as it had been before.]