[ No matter how used to the fact that Red Wine never speaks of anything Steak might be, he still finds it galling. But it's more easily forgotten when they're like this. Like this, all he finds it in himself to worry about is each and every movement — each step, every shift of his fingers and press of their lips.
It overtakes him. So much so that, when Red Wine speaks, it takes him a moment to put two and two together. ]
... When did you last eat?
[ It's something he has to learn to remember. After all, they've never needed to eat before. ]
[It still repulses him, he still grimaces and has to resist gagging every time he has to see to the new urges of his treacherous body, but he deals with it. Better to deal with it than to raise the risk of attacking somebody.
He gives a small shrug and reaches up to run one hand through Steak's hair. His fingers linger around the base of one horn, then trail down to one soft ear that he idly scratches behind.]
[ Steak breathes, a relieved sigh which flutters out from between his lips, velvet ear twitching in response to the gentle motion of Red Wine's fingernails. ]
I wanted to make sure. [ Which, in Steak speak, means he was concerned enough to want to check. But, by all measures, it could be far worse than it is, and that's a green light for Steak to slide hands down Red Wine's sides, over the curve of his ass and to the tips of his thighs, the tight grip of his fingertips the only warning before he lifts Red Wine against him.
They can worry about their appetites later. Much later. Perhaps after the magic of these kisses wear off. ]
[He's known Steak long enough to be able to understand what he means by that, and a trail of goosebumps follows in the wake of the fingertips trailing down his body before he lets out a sharp, surprised gasp--
And he tenses immediately, instincts honed by centuries of fighting immediately preparing him for a battle. He's gripping Steak's upper arms firmly, his eyes slightly widened, body frozen in place...
It's still strange.]
Hah... [Red Wine murmurs, his heels slowly lowering back down to the floor.] It's fine. I'm fine.
[ There's a small, barely perceptible, twinge of disappointment that didn't go as people like to write that it would. Dramas and books always make it romantic, desired, not a moment of the other party tensing up and easing themselves back down. ]
...That doesn't work for you, then?
[ He can work with that. There's no hesitation as he moves his hands away and nips at Red Wine's lower lip with his teeth, slowly urging him back towards the bed. ]
[Red Wine chuckles quietly, holding the sound in the back of his throat as he responds lightly to the next kiss and steps back again, abruptly sitting down on the bed rather than falling.]
It's been a while, and I'm used to you punching me when you get that close.
[He points this out with a wry smile, lifting one hand to trail his fingers up Steak's stomach from the top of his trousers. Then he looks up, flashing a quick and crooked grin that shows off one sharp fang.]
You're not telling me that you're not up for the challenge of figuring out what works for me?
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Date: 2020-07-15 09:50 pm (UTC)It overtakes him. So much so that, when Red Wine speaks, it takes him a moment to put two and two together. ]
... When did you last eat?
[ It's something he has to learn to remember. After all, they've never needed to eat before. ]
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Date: 2020-07-15 10:06 pm (UTC)[It still repulses him, he still grimaces and has to resist gagging every time he has to see to the new urges of his treacherous body, but he deals with it. Better to deal with it than to raise the risk of attacking somebody.
He gives a small shrug and reaches up to run one hand through Steak's hair. His fingers linger around the base of one horn, then trail down to one soft ear that he idly scratches behind.]
If you don't mind it, I won't worry about it.
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Date: 2020-07-20 07:36 pm (UTC)I wanted to make sure. [ Which, in Steak speak, means he was concerned enough to want to check. But, by all measures, it could be far worse than it is, and that's a green light for Steak to slide hands down Red Wine's sides, over the curve of his ass and to the tips of his thighs, the tight grip of his fingertips the only warning before he lifts Red Wine against him.
They can worry about their appetites later. Much later. Perhaps after the magic of these kisses wear off. ]
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Date: 2020-07-21 08:08 pm (UTC)[He's known Steak long enough to be able to understand what he means by that, and a trail of goosebumps follows in the wake of the fingertips trailing down his body before he lets out a sharp, surprised gasp--
And he tenses immediately, instincts honed by centuries of fighting immediately preparing him for a battle. He's gripping Steak's upper arms firmly, his eyes slightly widened, body frozen in place...
It's still strange.]
Hah... [Red Wine murmurs, his heels slowly lowering back down to the floor.] It's fine. I'm fine.
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Date: 2020-07-22 09:48 pm (UTC)...That doesn't work for you, then?
[ He can work with that. There's no hesitation as he moves his hands away and nips at Red Wine's lower lip with his teeth, slowly urging him back towards the bed. ]
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Date: 2020-07-22 09:58 pm (UTC)It's been a while, and I'm used to you punching me when you get that close.
[He points this out with a wry smile, lifting one hand to trail his fingers up Steak's stomach from the top of his trousers. Then he looks up, flashing a quick and crooked grin that shows off one sharp fang.]
You're not telling me that you're not up for the challenge of figuring out what works for me?