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Hunger

Sinclair wasn't quite sure what exactly what he was getting into when Fafnir told him during their night together that they were hungry.
At first, he offered snacks that he snuck into his room in the past. Sweet chips and gummy candies that weren't too harsh on the teeth.
Of course, Fafnir wanted something else entirely.
Fafnir Sinner #18
(I want meat.)
Fafnir Sinner #18
(Something bloody.)
Emil Sinclair Sinner #11
Ah! I see. Hm...I don't know where we can find meat this late at night...
Fafnir Sinner #18
(.....)
A stare. It seems Fafnir knew exactly what they wanted, but could not convey their words in a way that wasn't embarrassing. The intimacy between them was deep, yet at times, they couldn't bring themselves to communicate how they wanted.
Sinclair glances back, but the eye contact causes him to look away with a blush. What should he do? He loved making sure Fafnir was comfortable.
Then, in a flash, an idea hits him. Not the most ideal one, but it certainly was an idea that the other sinner couldn't refuse.
Emil Sinclair Sinner #11
You could...take a bite out of me, if you want?
Almost immediately, Fafnir nods. Good, he figured it out. They didn't want to start anything without him putting the pieces together first.
The two of them get to work, with Sinclair lying down and pulling his shirt, exposing his shoulder. Fafnir looms over him, pressing their lips against his skin.
Sinclair can't help but make a comment.
Emil Sinclair Sinner #11
Haha...I know this'll hurt really bad, but I don't mind if it's you.
Emil Sinclair Sinner #11
Just don't eat too much, okay?
Nodding, Fafnir sinks their teeth and tears. Blood gushes out of the new wound, and Sinclair flinches, yet holds still.
Fafnir Sinner #18
Mmh...Mmm...
They can't describe the taste of their lover. Bitter, sweet iron overwhelms their senses. Their tongue laps up every drop that pours out.
Emil Sinclair Sinner #11
Ah-!
Sinclair had many moments of his life where he dealt with the object of flesh. His life, for a moment, was defined by how much he wished to tear apart the one he hated the most.
But this was different. He loved Fafnir very much.
He wanted nothing more than to make sure they were happy, even if it was through deranged moments like these.
Fafnir Sinner #18
Hn...
Fafnir rubs their head against Sinclair, feeling the warmth of his skin. It was so soft. Did they really deserve this?
Fafnir Sinner #18
...Thank you.
Hands gently take them by the head, their bodies pressing closer. Sinclair feels dizzy.
Emil Sinclair Sinner #11
Haah...Of course.
That was set aside. His lover mattered so much more.