[It's the traces of what's left over from the food, the taste of salt from his sweat, the smell of him... it makes his pulse pound with excitement, which in turn just reminds him of the uncomfortable feeling still settled between his own hips, unresolved and nearly forgotten from earlier. Oh well. Hunger came first. Hunger always came first.
Two of those fingers are guided into his mouth between tongue and teeth, tasting, a gentle gnawing of his bite against the resistance of flesh and bone.]
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[It's the traces of what's left over from the food, the taste of salt from his sweat, the smell of him... it makes his pulse pound with excitement, which in turn just reminds him of the uncomfortable feeling still settled between his own hips, unresolved and nearly forgotten from earlier. Oh well. Hunger came first. Hunger always came first.
Two of those fingers are guided into his mouth between tongue and teeth, tasting, a gentle gnawing of his bite against the resistance of flesh and bone.]