[ 'I'll do whatever it takes,' Izzy says, and it soothes a restless scratching in the back of Edward's mind. His voice goes quiet, silky and warm as summer fog. ]
I know you will.
[ He watches with sharply cut onyx eyes as Izzy removes his cravat and bares his neck. Ed's mouth is salivating for the taste of skin and sweat and blood, of Izzy, and his tongue traces the sharp point of his fangs as he circles 'round. It's not a sudden thing, or slow either: just sure-footed, feline grace as he sets one hand flat against Izzy's chest and pushes until he can feel the impact through Izzy's ribs of his back hitting the door. He keeps it there after, his hand pressed almost hard enough to bruise over Izzy's beating heart, while the other slides up to Izzy's jaw, his chin, and gently tilts his head to the side.
Edward bites immediately, too ravenous for the taste to take his time savoring the warm of Izzy's skin at his neck. He gets the warmth of Izzy's blood instead, decadent tasting, sweet and perfect as Ed remembers things like caramel and coffee and chocolate to be. The sound he makes there, open-mouthed as he drinks, falls somewhere between a purr and a groan. He always tastes so fucking good. ]
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I know you will.
[ He watches with sharply cut onyx eyes as Izzy removes his cravat and bares his neck. Ed's mouth is salivating for the taste of skin and sweat and blood, of Izzy, and his tongue traces the sharp point of his fangs as he circles 'round. It's not a sudden thing, or slow either: just sure-footed, feline grace as he sets one hand flat against Izzy's chest and pushes until he can feel the impact through Izzy's ribs of his back hitting the door. He keeps it there after, his hand pressed almost hard enough to bruise over Izzy's beating heart, while the other slides up to Izzy's jaw, his chin, and gently tilts his head to the side.
Edward bites immediately, too ravenous for the taste to take his time savoring the warm of Izzy's skin at his neck. He gets the warmth of Izzy's blood instead, decadent tasting, sweet and perfect as Ed remembers things like caramel and coffee and chocolate to be. The sound he makes there, open-mouthed as he drinks, falls somewhere between a purr and a groan. He always tastes so fucking good. ]