[The taste of blood leads to, if anything, even more enthusiastic kissing, half for the pleasure of feeling Ryan mark him like that, half for the desire to spread his blood on him, even a little. Even if it wasn't the kind of stain that would last, it was something, some small reminder.
Arching into the other's nails, Henry finally pulls himself from Ryan's lips, ducking down to his neck, under the shadowy collar. His tongue traces the line under it before biting down hard, digging in as his hips jerk against his.]
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Arching into the other's nails, Henry finally pulls himself from Ryan's lips, ducking down to his neck, under the shadowy collar. His tongue traces the line under it before biting down hard, digging in as his hips jerk against his.]