[and yet, nightcrawler doesn't make any move to stop him.
he lets himself float, sinking into the dark depths beneath the lull of kavinsky's mouth. at first, kurt doesn't realize that he could literally be drank to death, but any sudden thought of that is eased, his senses alleviated by the rush that follows the slight prickling. his fingers curl up around the bed-sheets, trembling somewhat with the effort it takes in his relaxed state. god, he has the possibility of dying right here and couldn't care less.
except, kavinsky stops, releases his teeth and licks over the bite marks-- another motion that makes him shiver, though he loosens right away knowing he's finished. there's no trickle of blood, meaning either the wounds have shut or vampire saliva has the ability to clot blood.
feeling begins bleeding back into his fingertips, albeit slowly, and once he can move them, he clenches the young vampire's side, releases a breath he didn't know he was holding. iridescent eyes flutter back open, blinking then averting to the male he's holding with as much promptness his addled body can manage.]
Are— are you okay? [kurt asks with urgency. he isn't sure how long he'll be conscious after this, noting the wooziness he's currently suffering, so he must know now while comprehension is still a thing.]
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he lets himself float, sinking into the dark depths beneath the lull of kavinsky's mouth. at first, kurt doesn't realize that he could literally be drank to death, but any sudden thought of that is eased, his senses alleviated by the rush that follows the slight prickling. his fingers curl up around the bed-sheets, trembling somewhat with the effort it takes in his relaxed state. god, he has the possibility of dying right here and couldn't care less.
except, kavinsky stops, releases his teeth and licks over the bite marks-- another motion that makes him shiver, though he loosens right away knowing he's finished. there's no trickle of blood, meaning either the wounds have shut or vampire saliva has the ability to clot blood.
feeling begins bleeding back into his fingertips, albeit slowly, and once he can move them, he clenches the young vampire's side, releases a breath he didn't know he was holding. iridescent eyes flutter back open, blinking then averting to the male he's holding with as much promptness his addled body can manage.]
Are— are you okay? [kurt asks with urgency. he isn't sure how long he'll be conscious after this, noting the wooziness he's currently suffering, so he must know now while comprehension is still a thing.]