[Theo feels out of his league in that period of time between Zephir slitting his palm open and when he breaks whatever trance Theo fell into by walking away. He was oddly transfixed, staring at the flow of blood - now looking down to what he's holding, and the gathering of it there. He feels the itch in him to want to taste it, but he needs to wait. This has a purpose, after all.]
You're welcome. [ Wiping the black sludge from his lips, licking them clean, he rejoins Theo, strings of white blood clinging to his inner wrist. He shows it to him. ]
Would you like to taste it? Free of charge, this one.
[He doesn't think he has it in him to say no. Something about Zephir instills an eagerness to bend, to please. It's not the greatest trait to have reinforced all the time but... it feels good, for Theo. In a way he can't scratch with other people the same way. He tentatively reaches, keeping eye contact while he does it, up until the point he'll take that taste with the flat of his tongue and the softest of sighs.
... Would it hurt to fuck around just a little? He's already feeling predictably aroused.]
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Would you like to taste it? Free of charge, this one.
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[He doesn't think he has it in him to say no. Something about Zephir instills an eagerness to bend, to please. It's not the greatest trait to have reinforced all the time but... it feels good, for Theo. In a way he can't scratch with other people the same way. He tentatively reaches, keeping eye contact while he does it, up until the point he'll take that taste with the flat of his tongue and the softest of sighs.
... Would it hurt to fuck around just a little? He's already feeling predictably aroused.]