( predictably, there is something unspeakably sensual about axel licking his fingers, one at a time, each given as much attention as the last, but andrew knows this is neither the time of the place of wandering thoughts. he poises his hand in such a way that the excess flows into his cupped palm, making a small pool of blood at the center of his hand. )
Good thing I don't feel pain, then.
( which isn't true, but pain is a controversial subject to andrew, so. he kisses axel once, closed mouth to avoid tasting the metallic twang of blood on his lips, standing so axel's head is tilted upwards. andrew props axel's mouth open, exposed for him, and turns his bloody hand into a fist, squeezing out the wound on his tongue, a few inches above.
he could keep squeezing it forever, but he goes until all the immediate blood is gone, and he'd have to put effort forth in milking anymore out. recollecting his hand, he lets it dangle by his side, unhurried to take care of it, uncaring if it's dealt with at all. )
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Good thing I don't feel pain, then.
( which isn't true, but pain is a controversial subject to andrew, so. he kisses axel once, closed mouth to avoid tasting the metallic twang of blood on his lips, standing so axel's head is tilted upwards. andrew props axel's mouth open, exposed for him, and turns his bloody hand into a fist, squeezing out the wound on his tongue, a few inches above.
he could keep squeezing it forever, but he goes until all the immediate blood is gone, and he'd have to put effort forth in milking anymore out. recollecting his hand, he lets it dangle by his side, unhurried to take care of it, uncaring if it's dealt with at all. )
Let's leave soon.