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What if I want to rush?

[They smile crookedly at Red Wine, reaching up to brush some of his hair away from his face. They're clearly joking, slowly gaining more confidence.

Their ear twitches, and Bailey makes a soft noise in their throat.]

What if I don't want to take my time?

Well.

[Bailey is surprising him more and more. He shifts slightly, brushing his hand from their hip across to their stomach, sliding his fingers up beneath their clothes.

They are slimmer than they seem under all this fabric. Soft.]

Then I would say I'd have to indulge you.

[They laugh softly, under their breath, before pulling back. Their hands go to the hem of their sweater, and they pull it and their shirt off in one - admittedly awkward - motion. They're a little embarrassed by the sports bra they're wearing - it's not exactly the sexiest underwear you could wear, is it? - but they push that down.

Their skin is pale, but marred. Their shoulders, arms and the base of their throat are littered with small, circular scars that seem to be in pairs, and there's a long, thin scar on their stomach, just a few inches from their belly button.

They look down at Red Wine, cocking their head.]

Yeah? Not indulge yourself?

[He's fully appreciative as he watches Bailey take off their sweater and shirt, glancing offside to where the items fall and then back to the pale skin now revealed to him. He props himself up on one elbow, his fingertips moving curiously from one set of twin marks to another--

There's a strange, swooping drop in the pit of his stomach when he realises he knows exactly what those marks are, and a noisy beast in the back of his mind that takes immediate notice. His only tell is a faint shiver, a slight dilation of the pupils, but he turns his attention quickly to the scar on their stomach instead, trailing one finger down it to the indent of Bailey's navel.]

Me? [He mutters.] I'm letting you set the pace, but, if you'd like me to be more forceful--

[And here, he slips both hands beneath Bailey's thighs and sits up, lifting the slender faun and settling them more securely in his lap. A heated press of lips warms their collar bone, followed by a gentle nip against the skin.]

I could.

[They shiver at the touch on their stomach, but Red Wine's reaction doesn't go unnoticed. It's enough to make Bailey curious, but not enough to make them concerned, and all thought of questioning that reaction leaves their mind as Red Wine lifts them.

Oh.

They place a hand in his hair, while the other goes to his shoulder.]

I'm not going to complain.

[They bite their lip.]

I might even thank you for it.

Hmm.

[Red Wine withdraws his hands to unfasten the buttons of his waistcoat, and then his shirt. He shrugs them both off, letting them drop behind him. He's pale too, with an ashen pallor and entirely unblemished.]

I'll take your word for that. [He says, though still keeping in mind that he is to stop if told to. His attention goes back to that lightly nipped collar bone and he trails kisses across it, then up into the curve of Bailey's throat. He runs his hands slowly up both thighs, pressing at the top of each with his thumbs.]

[They watch him undress, enjoying the sight of him. Not as much as they enjoy the feeling of lips against their skin, though, or the hands on their thighs. Their tail twitches, the tip brushing Red Wine's leg.

They play with his hair, tugging gently and testing his reactions. They don't want to pull him away, but they're curious to see what he'll do.]

You can bite, if you want.

[And he does enjoy having his hair played with. He pauses between kisses to let his ponytail free of the ribbon keeping it back, and keeps the slim strip of cloth held in one hand while his fingers resume a casual exploration of Bailey's hips.

But then they say that, and he startles back with a softly indrawn breath.]

Don't give me permission. [Because he'd like to. Bailey surely can't know how their pulse sounds like thunder, how he can feel the twitch of their heartbeat through both hands when they press into the top of their thighs. How damn tempting it is.]

Not for that.

[They look down curiously, tilting their head and keeping their hand tangled in his hair. They squeeze his hips with their knees, shifting.]

Do you want to?

[They think they know the answer, but they still want to hear it from him.]

[He grimaces.]

Of course I want to.

[It isn't an easy answer. He wants to because his body is screaming for it. Because he only drinks what he needs to survive and to avoid hurting others. Because he's a vampire and that's what vampires do.

And Bailey is warm and inviting and giving him permission so easily. He lets his head drop forwards and rests his forehead against the centre of their chest.]

I don't bite people.

[They hum softly, stroking his hair gently. They know this isn’t the time for this conversation, probably, but...

Later. Later, they tell theirself, tilting his chin up with their free hand.]

Okay. No biting.

[They lean in for a quick, chaste kiss.]

There’s plenty of other things you can do with your mouth.

[He's relieved they don't press it, but now the thought is there that they would let him. There's a peculiar openness in his expression when he looks up, quickly pushed away but there to be seen clearly in that instant, then he flashes a quick and crooked smile and pulls Bailey a little closer by their hips.]

There are. [He says, and he slides one curious finger beneath a strap of that one remaining item of clothing.]

Would you like me to demonstrate?

[They smile softly at that look on his face, hoping it's reassuring to him.

But they get distracted by that nearly immediately, color blooming across their face. They don't look nearly as nervous as they were at the beginning of this, no, but... Ah. This is happening.]

...Yes. I think I'd like that.

As you wish.

[None of this has been anything like he expected it to be. From the moment Bailey told him they had never done anything like this before he has changed his approach... when he could have just decided that it was too much trouble.

God, has he really been craving intimacy that much?

He notes that nervousness (hearing it in their voice is one thing, but he hears it in their heartbeat too), and he keeps his eyes on theirs as he takes the sports bra off them.

Then, for a long moment, he just looks. He traces up each side of Bailey's rib cage with his fingertips and brushes a kiss to their solar plexus.]

Lovely. [Red Wine murmurs, then he shifts his weight to tip the faun over onto their back. Other things he can do with his mouth, is it..?]

[They've never felt this exposed before. They try very, very hard not to curl in on theirself under his gaze, but they don't succeed at that completely. Their shoulders hunch up, and their arms press tight to their sides. They shiver, and they look away.

But... It's not a bad feeling, necessarily. It's just new and strange and nobody has ever looked at them the way Red Wine is right now.

They squeak when they get tipped over, and they prop theirself up on their elbows. They open their mouth, before closing it. They... Have no idea what they could even say.]

[Red Wine doesn't pin them down - and won't... at least, not yet. He props himself up on one elbow at their side with his dark hair curling forwards over his shoulders, and he smiles.]

Relax. Remember, I stop when you tell me to. [And he quickly pulls his hair out of the way, tucking it behind one pointed ear. He smooths a palm over Bailey's shoulder to coax them to settle back, and presses a kiss up underneath their jaw.]

Alright?

[They hesitate for a moment, before settling back against the bed. They take a breath to steady theirself, before letting it out. Right. They can relax.

Nothing's going to happen that they're not okay with.]

Alright.

[They can feel how fast their heart is racing, and they hope it's not... Distracting. A vampire can probably hear it, huh?]

[He watches them until they settle, then a corner of his mouth quirks up in a smile again. That racing heartbeat is as audible to him as every movement and soft breath, but he manages to tuck the distraction away into the back of his mind along with the very real concept that Bailey would not mind at all if he bit them.]

There, you're alright. [The racing pulse at their neck is given brief attention with a kiss ghosted over it, but he doesn't linger there too long. Why would he, when there's so much more he could be doing?

So much more like following the line of their collarbone down to the shallow dip under the throat, dropping down further and cupping one small breast in his palm. He brushes his thumb over the nipple, following that light touch with his mouth.

Not too much - just a test for a reaction.]

[They’re honestly surprised how well they’re able to relax - they can’t shake the nerves entirely, but most of it has settled into anticipation. They close their eyes, tilting their head back, because watching and seeing the look on Red Wine’s face is just too embarrassing.

It’s... Strange, being desired. Even if it’s just because Bailey was bold enough to offer and not something that would have happened otherwise, they’re wanted and desired and realizing that is... A lot.

With their eyes closed, the touches feel more overwhelming - or maybe they’re just more sensitive than they realize? They don’t tend to pay much attention to their chest, but they find theirself arching into his mouth.]

[It's not difficult to pinpoint someone who is unused to being looked at as an object of desire, and while he is more used to seeing those kinds of looks in flustered young women hiding behind their fans he recognises it here, too.

But he isn't being asked to stop, still, so he does not. The initial reaction that he pauses to wait for is a good one, with that small arch up towards his mouth eliciting an immediate response in a soft bite that dents the skin, the firm press of his tongue as the nipple firms under his attention, then a light kiss of apology for the sting.

And he wonders if Bailey will tell him what they want, or if he just has free rein here. He shifts up to kiss them again, smiling slightly into it.]

[They're not expecting the bite, gasping at the sudden sting and knees pressing against Red Wine's side for a moment before they force their legs to part again. They... Want to ask him to do that again, but before they can he's kissing them.

Which.

They'll take it. Kissing is nice, and it gives them the opportunity to run a hand through his hair again and play with the strands. His hair is very nice, and they could probably spend hours playing with it. Maybe later, they'll ask if they can - if that won't be weird, at least? They're not exactly sure what the proper etiquette is.

Still, they pull back from the kiss, pressing their forehead against Red Wine's. There's a laugh in their voice, but they're surprised by how steady they sound.]

You should do that again.

[He likes that hand in his hair. Everything about Bailey feels soft and gentle, and as much as he still feels like this is something he should probably not be doing--

Red Wine looks up when their foreheads press together and a crooked smile tugs at one corner of his mouth. The emptiness of losing a bond so recently is still there, but this kind of connection certainly takes the edge off.]

I should? [He asks, and he pecks another quick kiss to Bailey's mouth before he starts to work his way down again, slowly, down the centre of their chest.]

And what... exactly... [His attention goes to the other side this time, his thumb skimming the underside of the breast.] is 'that'?

[Wow, okay. They just barely manage to keep from pouting, and they flick the tip of one pointed ear.]

You really gonna make me say it?

[That’s!! Embarrassing!! They’ll say it super awkwardly and then they’ll die a virgin because it’ll be a major turn off.]

[Red Wine looks up, holds a steady gaze on Bailey's face for a few seconds...

Then he laughs.]

You're quite cute when you pout.

[The words just come out, though they're entirely true ones. At least it breaks any kind of tension that was starting to weave over the room. The vampire chuckles again and shakes his head a little.]

I won't make you say it. But a little direction never hurts. [Though, with the way his lips move across soft skin while he murmurs those words, Red Wine clearly needs no direction. He lets the moment hang in the air, teasing, then lightly pinches the unabused nipple up between his teeth.]

Wh- No.

[They huff, pinching the tip of that ear between their fingers.]

I’m not pouting.

[They say, pouting.

But they’re not, shut up, don’t be rude.

They suck in a breath, biting their lip and tugging on his hair.

I think you just want to embarrass me...

[Briefly, they wonder how many people he’s taken to bed. He clearly knows more about this than they do, and he’s been alive for a long, long time... But has it been dozens? Hundreds? Or just a few?

They’re not sure the answer matters, or why they should care, but they wonder.]

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I guess this is NSFW now

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