[Ah, getting Gepard to blush-- it's quickly becoming one of Sampo(oo)'s favorite hobbies. And he hadn't even said anything particularly scandalous this time! Nothing about being a sexy blond or biting tasty guard captains. Which, speaking of the tastiness of guard captains...]
[Gepard goes to the couch with little resistance, and Sampo follows. It's a rather practical sort of couch, perfectly serviceable but a little in the vein of a bachelor's first set of furniture. Comfortable enough, probably. The good Captain at least doesn't look uncomfortable while he's laying there, at least not physically.]
[He's also going to clean up the dishes. That's nice, but a bit of a non-sequitur.]
I can bite anywhere there's decent blood supply and soft tissue. [Fairly obvious. It's a bad idea to bite over bony parts or somewhere that doesn't bleed well.] Neck's easy, but it's not like I have to bite there. The forearm's can work, too. Or the thigh.
[He sits on the couch next to Gepard, leans over him.] If you don't care, I'd rather do the neck. It's the faster option, aside from maybe the thigh. But I figure we don't know each other well enough for you to start taking off your pants. [Wink!]
[His hands are gentle when he tips Gepard's head a little to the side, giving him good access. Still gentle when he leans in, mouth brushing the warm skin of his throat. Gepard smells delicious-- fragrant and complex like a good wine.]
I don't usually eat from people who are still awake. This might be kind of uncomfortable? I'll try to take it easy on you.
[His teeth sink in, a smooth, sharp puncture. Blood wells over his tongue again, and while he can't say that Gepard exactly tastes good-- a day or two of good food and moderate sleep can't fix his problems-- he's not as horribly bitter as before. A tolerable meal rather than a vile one.]
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Date: 2024-05-29 04:46 am (UTC)[Gepard goes to the couch with little resistance, and Sampo follows. It's a rather practical sort of couch, perfectly serviceable but a little in the vein of a bachelor's first set of furniture. Comfortable enough, probably. The good Captain at least doesn't look uncomfortable while he's laying there, at least not physically.]
[He's also going to clean up the dishes. That's nice, but a bit of a non-sequitur.]
I can bite anywhere there's decent blood supply and soft tissue. [Fairly obvious. It's a bad idea to bite over bony parts or somewhere that doesn't bleed well.] Neck's easy, but it's not like I have to bite there. The forearm's can work, too. Or the thigh.
[He sits on the couch next to Gepard, leans over him.] If you don't care, I'd rather do the neck. It's the faster option, aside from maybe the thigh. But I figure we don't know each other well enough for you to start taking off your pants. [Wink!]
[His hands are gentle when he tips Gepard's head a little to the side, giving him good access. Still gentle when he leans in, mouth brushing the warm skin of his throat. Gepard smells delicious-- fragrant and complex like a good wine.]
I don't usually eat from people who are still awake. This might be kind of uncomfortable? I'll try to take it easy on you.
[His teeth sink in, a smooth, sharp puncture. Blood wells over his tongue again, and while he can't say that Gepard exactly tastes good-- a day or two of good food and moderate sleep can't fix his problems-- he's not as horribly bitter as before. A tolerable meal rather than a vile one.]