[It's certainly not quite the hypnotic effect that the movies have, but Kuro's never liked the idea of hypnosis. Some vampires could do it, but Kuro had never bothered trying to find out if he could.
But it was true that there was an intimacy to this that Kuro found as magnetic as it was frightening, in a way. Blood was life-- directly from the source, and part of the reason he feared doing this was memories of he past. Memories of people's terror and fear when he had no control over his own body, drinking blood from any unwilling victim he could find at night.
And yet here Heine is with only easy acceptance, excitement... even arousal. He can feel it before Heine even starts to react, the warmth of it flowing into him through Heine's blood, his own cock beginning to stir in response. He can also feel the guilt, and that purring intensifies in response, an attempt to reassure along with fingers sliding upward again, seeking out Heine's hair to stroke, thumb brushing against the shell of his ear. Kuro's back arches into Heine's touch, but it's impossible to shift about too much without pulling briefly away from Heine's neck, lapping at bloodied skin in between words like a cat enjoying being pampered.]
S'okay. I can feel you.
[He sounds more than a little aroused himself, voice low and rough as he settles a little more firmly in Heine's lap, pressing down against the other's cock.] You want me to help?
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But it was true that there was an intimacy to this that Kuro found as magnetic as it was frightening, in a way. Blood was life-- directly from the source, and part of the reason he feared doing this was memories of he past. Memories of people's terror and fear when he had no control over his own body, drinking blood from any unwilling victim he could find at night.
And yet here Heine is with only easy acceptance, excitement... even arousal. He can feel it before Heine even starts to react, the warmth of it flowing into him through Heine's blood, his own cock beginning to stir in response. He can also feel the guilt, and that purring intensifies in response, an attempt to reassure along with fingers sliding upward again, seeking out Heine's hair to stroke, thumb brushing against the shell of his ear. Kuro's back arches into Heine's touch, but it's impossible to shift about too much without pulling briefly away from Heine's neck, lapping at bloodied skin in between words like a cat enjoying being pampered.]
S'okay. I can feel you.
[He sounds more than a little aroused himself, voice low and rough as he settles a little more firmly in Heine's lap, pressing down against the other's cock.] You want me to help?