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[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.]

[He makes a soft sound into the bite, something that is all pleasure and hummed honey-warm in the back of his throat. Red Wine hates this side of him, these drives and impulses, but it does feel so good to just give in and as hot blood runs down his throat he can feel the subtle flush of it warming him through.

Bailey bucks against him and he grasps their hip in one firm hand, his own rocking down in mirror. His length presses up against them without entering, though that alone sends a spark of excitement up his spine.

He pulls away from the bite before it's too much, and draws his tongue slowly over the puncture wounds as they ooze a few more drops. His mouth tastes like copper, his head swimming in it, and he lands a reproachful nip at the top of the faun's jaw.]

You're stubborn...

[A laugh bubbles out of them, and they smooth their hands through his hair.]

You have no idea.

[They pull and nudge until they can kiss him, not at all bothered by the taste of blood that lingers. They trail their hands over his shoulders, down and up his chest - he feels warmer now, less of a chill to his skin, and they hum into the kiss.

It is hard to focus on that, though, with the way he's pressed against them, and they pull back to nuzzle his cheek.]

How long's it gonna take before you fuck me?

[He can't be too angry about it. There's a bone deep chill and an ache in his joints that he'd grown entirely used to that swiftly eases, and he knows despite his many reservations that what he just did is good for him.

It doesn't mean he likes it.]

Ah-hah. [Stubborn and impatient, but a virgin, and Red Wine doesn't want it to hurt too badly.] Not yet...

[But he does move his hand down, sliding it between them and between the faun's thighs. He touches again, noticeably warmer this time, and he watches Bailey's face as he tracks his middle finger slowly down between the warm folds and--

inside. Just to test, at first, how ready they might be.]

I'm going to make sure it's good for you.

[They roll their eyes, huffing. They’re sure they could handle it, it’s not like his cock is ridiculously huge or anything! Not that they have a frame of reference for that. But still.]

Fine.

[The first finger is - it doesn’t hurt, at least? But it feels strange. They make a soft noise, sounding almost confused, but they can’t hide how wet they are already.]

I’m expecting a lot.

[But how breathy their voice is, there’s probably not much impact.]

Mm, I don't intend to disappoint.

[If this was different, and if Bailey wasn't so inexperienced with all of this, he would have done exactly what they wanted. Red Wine is something of a gentleman, however, and has no intentions if just taking his own pleasure here.

He mutters a 'just relax' as he drops his attention down their body again, pressing a firm kiss to the bite he left before heading lower. His finger slips in and out easily with how eager Bailey is already, but there's still more that he can do here.

And it's when he has his head positioned between the faun's thighs that he adds a second finger, pushing gently against any resistance he finds. He ducks his head to run his tongue over the clitoris then closes his mouth around it as the two fingers pushed up inside carefully ease apart.]

[Relaxing is hard, with the way he's touching them, but they mutter that they're trying. They smooth their hands over the sheets, rumpling them, trying to focus on the feeling of the fabric instead of the hand between their legs and the finger inside of them. A distraction, something to keep them grounded.

The second finger isn't as easy, and they hiss a bit at the stretch. Okay, so this was actually a good idea instead of skipping preparation entirely. They can admit that, now, at least to theirself. Still, the discomfort doesn't linger, so they don't protest. They know if it's too much, too painful, he'll stop, but... It's nothing terrible so far.

They're not prepared for his mouth on their clit, and they squeak. Their hips buck, and they're not sure if they want to press into it or pull away - they're sure by now they're blushing all over and they can't believe he's doing this.]

H-hoooooly shit, okay, uh-

[Their thighs tremble, because Bailey is trying very hard not to close them and crush Red Wine. That would - that would probably just outright kill them.]

[The two fingers move shallowly, only pressing in deeper by millimetres at a time and only when the resistance against them eases. He said he wanted it to be good for them and he intends to keep that promise, his blood red eyes flicking up to Bailey's face when their hips buck. He curls his free hand around one thigh, holding it in place.

He explores with his tongue (since he's there, and the faun does not seem to be complaining), in firm sweeps and then lightly with the tip while his fingers continue to slowly open them up, easing in deeper.

Now and then he goes back to that most sensitive spot, teasing at the hood or the clit itself. Bailey's shaking thighs are no deterrent, and if he happens to end up with his head viced between them... he just waits until he's free and goes back to what he was doing.]

[They tug on the sheets, trying to focus on their breathing to try to regain some of their composure. It’s hard, though, with the movement of his hand and his tongue. Every time they think they’ve managed to find a bit of calm he moves back to their clit and destroys whatever composure they’ve got.

They can’t complain, though, not with the way pleasure is coiling in their gut and with how it feels miles better than any time they’ve toyed with theirself. It’s amazing, really, how Red Wine can just... Make them feel things in a way they never thought they would. Maybe that’s too sentimental for a tongue on their clit and fingers inside of them, but. Whatever. They’re a little overwhelmed right now, thoughts getting less and coherent.

They’re getting louder, whines and whimpers turning to moans and the sounds of their own pleasure are - embarrassing. They don’t even have the chance to consider muffling theirself before they’re tensing up as their orgasm takes them by surprise.]

[The noises spur him on and it's only through sheer force of will that he doesn't touch himself. His cock beads precum against the sheets and he twitches every time it brushes the fabric, but he keeps his attention fully on bringing Bailey over the edge.

When their body tenses under him at the climax of several noisy moans he draws them through their orgasm with slow thrusts of his fingers and a heated press of his tongue directly over their clit. Then, he pulls his hand back and lifts his head, a slight smirk pulling at one corner of his mouth.]

Have you had enough? [He asks, his voice low and honeyed. He kisses their stomach, sternum, moves up enough to kiss their neck and rock his hips against theirs.] I can stop.

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