[Izzy's heart is throbbing loud enough to wake the dead, he can still taste the lingering blood in his mouth, on the edges of his teeth. He knows what's coming, won't give into it, will only go so far and no further. Even as Edward's hand against his chest seems to pull his heart against his ribs as if there's a magnet attached. The jolt of his back against the door runs through him, a low vibration, a steady hum of need. He lets Edward tilt his head instead of doing it himself like a whore-- and if he gives a shuddering gasp at the bite of his teeth, it's only a natural response, automatic, can't be helped]
B-boss... [he wants to say something, anything, has nothing to say. He grips at Edward's arms, bunches his fingers in his sleeves, only just stops pushing himself up on the balls of his feet. A mad part of him wants to climb Edward like a fucking tree, lock his legs around his waist and let the man have all of him, every fucking second, no matter how wrecked he would be afterward. Very wrecked, he reminds himself. Because last time there was simultaneous feeding and fucking Izzy had nearly died from the combination of blood loss and exertion.
He was getting fucking old.]
Edward. [he groans this now, slipping past the point of caring] Edward. More. Fucking more. Fucking harder, you coward.
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B-boss... [he wants to say something, anything, has nothing to say. He grips at Edward's arms, bunches his fingers in his sleeves, only just stops pushing himself up on the balls of his feet. A mad part of him wants to climb Edward like a fucking tree, lock his legs around his waist and let the man have all of him, every fucking second, no matter how wrecked he would be afterward. Very wrecked, he reminds himself. Because last time there was simultaneous feeding and fucking Izzy had nearly died from the combination of blood loss and exertion.
He was getting fucking old.]
Edward. [he groans this now, slipping past the point of caring] Edward. More. Fucking more. Fucking harder, you coward.