[ The initial pain of the cut is sharp, but wears off quickly. The contact of Spike's mouth, warm against his skin, is almost soothing. It hurts, and it doesn't. John would be remiss not to acknowledge that it's more than a little like sex. His fingertips are tingling, and at first he chalks it up to the blood loss, but as the sensation creeps up his arm, makes him shiver, the baby hair at the back of his neck standing on end, he knows it's nothing as simple as shock.
He holds Spike's eye contact as he feeds. There's something powerful in the act, knowing he's providing something wanted, something needed, as desperately by the other man as air.
His eyes only slide shut when the edges of the alleyway start to blur, and the pounding in his ears becomes louder than the near-vulgar sound of Spike's suckling. He holds onto the iron rung of the fire escape, steadying himself against the not unpleasant vertigo.
Spike finishes almost as soon as he's reached his limit. John opens his eyes, leaning back against the nearest wall to tie off his wrist with a kerchief he keeps on his person for just the reason. His fingers are numb, and so he fumbles with the knot. It's not quite tight enough. ]
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He holds Spike's eye contact as he feeds. There's something powerful in the act, knowing he's providing something wanted, something needed, as desperately by the other man as air.
His eyes only slide shut when the edges of the alleyway start to blur, and the pounding in his ears becomes louder than the near-vulgar sound of Spike's suckling. He holds onto the iron rung of the fire escape, steadying himself against the not unpleasant vertigo.
Spike finishes almost as soon as he's reached his limit. John opens his eyes, leaning back against the nearest wall to tie off his wrist with a kerchief he keeps on his person for just the reason. His fingers are numb, and so he fumbles with the knot. It's not quite tight enough. ]
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