Well-practiced hands move out and up to the other man's shoulders as a warm hand meets his cold chest...preparing just in case Georg notices there is no heartbeat beneath that cold skin. One hand slithers across his collarbone to the collar of his nightshirt, long nails nimbly unfastening one button, then another.
Not long now. The protestations fall uselessly on the vampire. He knows Georg is already lost.
"...Free the longing...from all its chains...."
He closes more distance between them, leaving his lips only an inch or two away from Georg's. Tempting him, beguiling him. INVITING him.
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Well-practiced hands move out and up to the other man's shoulders as a warm hand meets his cold chest...preparing just in case Georg notices there is no heartbeat beneath that cold skin. One hand slithers across his collarbone to the collar of his nightshirt, long nails nimbly unfastening one button, then another.
Not long now. The protestations fall uselessly on the vampire. He knows Georg is already lost.
"...Free the longing...from all its chains...."
He closes more distance between them, leaving his lips only an inch or two away from Georg's. Tempting him, beguiling him. INVITING him.