( it's unlike fyodor, to hold anyone in high regard — and yet, he can't help but marvel at nikolai's endless bravery, as he touches him the way he would a lover, rather than a poisonous snake. as he drinks his blood — which many would call dirty, noxious — as if it were heavenly, instead. it's not surprising, but it still makes the breath in his throat catch, momentarily; he's not used to pain, much less being touched so freely, and so — every sensation nikolai so graciously provides him feels like he's discovering something new altogether.
his shoulders shake, as the sting of the bites settles in properly; nikolai's teeth sink into flesh again, and fyodor hisses, feeling his body tense up — and then relax into the sensation, as if it were the most natural thing in the world, head falling back against the couch's backrest.
it hurts. it feels good. the distinction between these two is blurry, at best. )
You look happy. Does poison taste that good, Kolya? ( his lips curve in a small smile; of course, his blood isn't going to harm the other, but —
considering just touching him could, doesn't that still count as something lethal, at best? like gently caressing the tip of a blade, rather than a person. )
You're the only one to ever taste it and survive. So special.
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his shoulders shake, as the sting of the bites settles in properly; nikolai's teeth sink into flesh again, and fyodor hisses, feeling his body tense up — and then relax into the sensation, as if it were the most natural thing in the world, head falling back against the couch's backrest.
it hurts. it feels good. the distinction between these two is blurry, at best. )
You look happy. Does poison taste that good, Kolya? ( his lips curve in a small smile; of course, his blood isn't going to harm the other, but —
considering just touching him could, doesn't that still count as something lethal, at best? like gently caressing the tip of a blade, rather than a person. )
You're the only one to ever taste it and survive. So special.