Teatime kept his mouth to the bite perhaps a bit longer than necessary, nuzzling the palm, smearing the blood over his mouth, tasting how nice it was, both literally and metaphorically, to have someone. The way Nny writhed underneath him, he thought, would be so much better if he actually were sitting down completely, and not actively engaged in keeping the business end of a machete from his skull, but he could imagine.
"Every day," he purred, turning his face so his gaze caught Nny's fully. "You'll see how much I believe every day." And please, he thought to himself, don't wear gloves. Your hands look so much better in pale and red.
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Date: 2009-08-26 11:47 am (UTC)"Every day," he purred, turning his face so his gaze caught Nny's fully. "You'll see how much I believe every day." And please, he thought to himself, don't wear gloves. Your hands look so much better in pale and red.