a soft, lazy sound of contentment and he's relaxing against dex, boneless. tongue sneaks out to lap at the pad of dex's fingers, chasing the remnants of blood that linger there from dick's mouth.
He licked his lips. His fingers found Dick's lips and caressed them. He let out his breath as he cleaned the blood. His eyes sparkled; he liked seeing Dick like this. He smiled slightly and kissed the man on the forehead.
grip on dex’s shoulders relax, and miraculously the soothing seems to work. tongue catches blood, and it's messy, uncoordinated still — he hasn't done this enough times to be practiced and clean.
grip on dex’s shoulders relax, and miraculously the soothing seems to work. tongue catches blood, and it's messy, uncoordinated still — he hasn't done this enough times to be practiced and clean.
He pressed his fingers into Dick's waist; the sensation was blurred. He knew Dick hated this feeling; but he was the one who had volunteered for it. His lips curled upwards and he rubbed his fingers against Dick's waist.
“Shh... Calm down, darling. I'm not going anywhere...”+
dick doesn’t reply, laser focused on the way dex’s heart beats and the thrum of blood beneath his skin. it’s easy enough to locate a vein with good supply, based intimately to the side of the hollow of ben’s throat.
dick sighs, laps at the skin there with his tongue to map it more precisely. hands flex on ben’s shoulders, and then sharp teeth sink in, blood welling to the surface.
dick doesn’t reply, laser focused on the way dex’s heart beats and the thrum of blood beneath his skin. it’s easy enough to locate a vein with good supply, based intimately to the side of the hollow of ben’s throat.
her hand is warm in his, and for a moment dick wonders if his colder skin will give it away to everyone. he shakes his head, embarrassed — if cheeks could flush, they'd be bright red.
