[His smile curls into the kiss, clearly glad that Winter decided to follow through. He pauses only long enough to let him pick up the taste of his own blood with the tip of his tongue, feeling its brief caress over his lips.
And after that? There's nothing shy about the way he parts his mouth to let him in, and he's sure he doesn't have to remind him to watch the fangs. His own tongue pushes forward to meet his, boldly, something of a challenge.]
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And after that? There's nothing shy about the way he parts his mouth to let him in, and he's sure he doesn't have to remind him to watch the fangs. His own tongue pushes forward to meet his, boldly, something of a challenge.]