[There's a sick grin on Dodger's face as he leans back, pausing to run his tongue over the gash Ivar's opened on his arm. Tasting blood - both their blood, tasting the subtle differences between them - has his skin on fire, in such euphoric bliss he wouldn't be able to describe it if he tried. A moment later he shifts, grabbing Ivar's wrists and moving his body weigh to keep him from moving, and pressing harsh kisses to the kid's lips.
It's only once he's satisfied with tasting him that he rolls off entirely, panting from going so long without taking a breath, eyes still clouded with a mix of excitement and psychedelics.]
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It's only once he's satisfied with tasting him that he rolls off entirely, panting from going so long without taking a breath, eyes still clouded with a mix of excitement and psychedelics.]