[ Midnight is in Kaveh's lap before he can tell himself to calm down, to focus, to think, to remind himself that Kaveh belongs entirely to himself and the idea that he might own him is a purely vampiric instinct telling him to eat before another claims him—
When he comes to, he's in the midst of a kiss so crushing that he can feel Kaveh's teeth behind his lips. He's seated himself on top of Kaveh's thigh; both his hands are gripped into blond hair, just a bit too tight, too close. Midnight's weight is fully on Kaveh. One tip, and Kaveh will fall back. His head will most certainly hit the wall behind him before hitting the cot. It really is far too small.
He draws back only to make enough space to lick his lips again. ]
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When he comes to, he's in the midst of a kiss so crushing that he can feel Kaveh's teeth behind his lips. He's seated himself on top of Kaveh's thigh; both his hands are gripped into blond hair, just a bit too tight, too close. Midnight's weight is fully on Kaveh. One tip, and Kaveh will fall back. His head will most certainly hit the wall behind him before hitting the cot. It really is far too small.
He draws back only to make enough space to lick his lips again. ]
Ah. [ It's a sigh. ] There's the jasmine.