[he shivers at the nuzzle, breath indrawn, waiting. 'Tear me apart', he wants to say. 'Rip my heart from my chest. Don't need the fucking thing anyway'. Instead with some disappointment he finds himself being pushed away and down- and it's not until Ed's lovely wrist is in front of his face, blood welling in a precious sapphire drop which he laps up reverently, before slipping his mouth over the wound like he's done this a thousand times-- and he has, in a manner of speaking, pulling it into his mouth, greedily, happily, finally-- fucking finally]
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