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[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.]

[They are definitely pouting, and Red Wine knows pouting when he sees it.

He draws his tongue slowly over the nipple and then lets it go, staying close to exhale a light stream of cool air over it. Then, he glances up, because... still pretty cute, yeah.]

If I wanted to embarrass you, I'd be doing it. [Red Wine tells them with another of those small, crooked smiles. Somehow, he doesn't feel as if he'd have to try very hard to embarrass Bailey.]

What do you want me to do next?

[They are not!! Okay, maybe they are a little, but who could blame them when Red Wine is being a tease?

They look down at him, glancing away when they make eye contact. They wet their lips, thinking over their options. The only thing they can think of is how badly they want him to touch them, but when they open their mouth to speak the words don’t come out.

So they try again, cocking their head curiously.]

...You should take your pants off.

[A terrible oversight on his part, really, but he's surprised Bailey is bold enough already to point it out. He cocks his head slightly in turn, then utters a low 'alright' before straightening up and unbundling his belt.

He slides that off first, tossing it off the side of the bed where it hits the floor with a dull clunk. His slim fingers unfasten the button, then the zipper, and he shifts into a sitting position briefly to kick the offending item of clothing off entirely.

Red Wine's lower body is just as pale and scar-free as the top half, and he shows no embarrassment at all over the fact he's clearly halfway aroused already.]

I trust that's satisfactory? [He asks, kneeling between Bailey's knees and tracking one fingertip up their thigh, leaving the soft hair ruffled up in its wake.]

[They push theirself up, watching as Red Wine undresses fully. After a moment of hesitation they reach out, running their fingers down his chest curiously. He's cold, still, but that's not exactly a surprise or something that concerns them.

Their hand still at his waist, and. Yep. Yeeeep. Any idea they had that maybe he wasn't enjoying this as much as they were was immediately disproven.]

Yeah, I'd say that's pretty satisfactory.

[aaaaaaaaaa]

Do you...?

[They clear their throat.]

Do you want me to touch you?

[He could be colder. He is, at least, in no danger of launching at Bailey's throat and digging his teeth in (though the idea that they would let him is still not one which has entirely left his mind). Red Wine watches the faun's face - their expression - with mild amusement as their fingers trail down to his waist, and--

Red Wine settles his weight against his heels.]

Do you want to?

[The tips of his fingers brush the line of Bailey's jaw and he tips their head up, just to look at them.]

You can do anything you like.

[They nod slowly, dumbly, meeting Red Wine's eyes. He keeps saying they can do whatever they want, and it's not that they don't believe him, they just...

They don't want to do something wrong. They don't want to do too much or too little and they're painfully aware of how little experience they have.]

I... Want you to feel good.

[A soft, nervous laugh.]

But I don't really know what to do.

[There's a certain softness to all this now that Red Wine does not find to be at all objectionable. It hits that sharp emptiness in him in a way that something rough and quick surely wouldn't.]

I do feel good. [He assures Bailey quietly. Something like this... it isn't all about how experienced someone is.]

Go ahead and touch. You won't hurt me.

You could feel better.

[They're more concerned with his pleasure than their own, by this point. They don't want to just... Lay there.

But also.

Also.

...They're really doing this, huh?]

It's not hurting you I'm worried about.

[...Well. It is, in a way, not that they'll admit it. Not physically. But they're well aware that things like this could have consequences, and that he's dealing with a loss. A distraction from that loss could be good, but it could also be very, very bad.

Still, they shift so they're more fully upright, hand moving to curl around the length of him. The touch is curious and exploratory, and Bailey feels... Well.

Incredibly embarrassed!! They can't believe this.]

[Red Wine only tilts his head slightly, the tips of his ears pricking up in curiosity, but Bailey doesn't elaborate and he doesn't really get the chance to ask before he's letting out a soft, huffed breath and brushing his fingers through the faun's hair like an instinct.

He mutters something that vaguely sounds like 'that's good' and runs the tip of one fingernail around the looping curve of one of Bailey's horns then around the base of it. Despite the inexperience of the hand on him he still reacts regardless, a soft sound of appreciation welling up in his throat that is quickly muffled by the kiss he presses to the faun's mouth.]

Do you mind if I..?

[And he doesn't finish the question, but the way his hand slides up Bailey's thigh with his thumb applying a small but meaningful pressure along the inside of it does the job for him.]

[Oh... His ears move. That’s oddly cute, and they find theirself smiling at that. They lean into the hand in his hair, biting their lip at the touch to their horn.

At least so far they haven’t fucked it up. They stroke him slowly, and they’re torn between looking and watching his face. They know, logically, there’s nothing to be embarrassed or ashamed about? But they can’t help but feel that way - it’s fading with everything it does and says, Bailey slowly getting more comfortable.

At the pressure on their thigh, they blink.]

O-oh. Oh!

[They shift, raising their hips.]

Yeah, of course. Go for it.

[He's distracted, and understandably so he thinks and if that hand on him gets any more bold he's going to have more than a few mental short-circuits on his hands. It's very difficult to mess up an encounter like this, and it's it more fun when it's... well, when it's fun?]

Alright.

[And he kisses Bailey again, because if he's going to be distracted then so are they, and he dips his hand down between their thighs and to the warmth there. There's nothing... unexpected, though he couldn't have known what to expect. His initial exploration is with the tips of his forefingers, mapping out the shape of what he finds.]

[It's hard to focus on what they're doing, between the kiss and the hand between their legs. Bailey isn't entirely untouched - they've explored their body on their own, but there's a stark difference between their hand and Red Wine's cool fingers.

Fuck. Jesus. They don't have the presence of mind to be embarrassed by how obvious their arousal is, though later, once their head is clear again, they'll probably have a crisis over how easy and eager they must have seemed. That's a problem for Future Bailey, though. Present Bailey is gasping against Red Wine's lips and pulling back to press their face into his shoulder.]

Thanks.

[...Okay, they do have enough awareness to realize that's probably a really embarrassing thing to say, and they huff a laugh against his shoulder.]

Sorry, that's weird...

Don't worry.

[He chuckles. It wasn't the most ridiculous thing they could have said, but there was also no indication to stop in any of that. Red Wine brushes a kiss to the horn closest to him and slides one finger to either side of their clit to give it a gentle pinch and rub.

It does highlight to him just how chilled his skin is, but... he doubts that's really at the forefront of Bailey's mind.]

Do you want to lie back?

[They're worried! They can't help but be worried! But they turn their head, biting into Red Wine's shoulder at the pinch. Not very hard, and they press an apologetic kiss to his skin afterwards, but...

They're thinking of him biting them, now. They've been bitten plenty of times before, and there was always that twisting, swooping sensation in their gut when it happened, and... And they can't help but wonder what it would be like with someone like Red Wine, who was handsome and considerate and, more importantly, wanted to fuck them.

Fuck.

They peel back from him, cupping his cheek for a moment and pressing a soft kiss to his lips before sprawling back, spreading their legs. They feel exposed, resting their hands on their thighs and ruffling the fur there, but they're too preoccupied with the thought of fangs in their neck.]

I want you to bite me.

[God, they sound so whiny...]

I--

[This again? Red Wine winces visibly, because it isn't as if he hasn't been thinking about it. Bailey's pulse has been like a steady drumbeat this entire time and he had just about managed to tune it out, only for it to come rising back the moment the faun draws his attention to it.

He'd said no, he didn't want to, but he can't deny the very real instinct buzzing insistently in the back of his mind. It's been like a creature skulking there, and now Bailey is giving it all the attention it wants.

Red Wine moves forwards, running his fingers up Bailey's thighs and catching hold of their hands. He presses a trail of soft kisses up their stomach and the centre of their chest, then looks up. He's so close to that drumbeat that it aches.]

... You're sure.

[He knows he can make it feel good. The vampire brings Bailey's hands up to the side of their head, presses them lightly into the pillow and lets go. One fingertip runs along the curve of muscle between their neck and shoulder.

It's deafening, and he hates it, and he hates that he needs it so badly.

But he doesn't hate Bailey for offering.

Red Wine shuts his eyes and bites, piercing through skin with needle-sharp teeth.]

[They're about to complain, or apologize, not sure which will come out first, but then Red Wine is moving and their mouth closes with a click of teeth. They watch him, craning their neck and squeezing his hands and hoping it's reassuring.]

Of course I'm sure.

[Their voice is soft and breathy, barely a whisper, as if speaking any louder would spook Red Wine away from what they want. They squirm at the kisses, each press of his mouth just making them want even more.

They keep their hands where he leaves them, but they want to reach out and touch. They want to tangle a hand in his hair and hold him close, they want to explore every inch of them. Their fingers twitch, before curling against their palms. They close their eyes, head falling back. They're about to beg, a 'please' on their lips before teeth pierce through their skin.

The noise that gets torn for them surprises even theirself, and they arch into the pain-pleasure of it. It's more intense than they were expecting, and their heart rate spikes and Red Wine can probably tell, he's probably been hearing their heart beat this whole time, he'll know the rush that comes over them at the feeling of having their blood drained.]

Red Wine-

[They give into their urge to tangle their hands into his hair, stroking and tugging the dark strands. They roll their hips against him, though the movement is jerky and uncoordinated.]

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