[ the pressure is nice and Noah presses in with very little urging.
He lets go of the others shirt, and his hair and instead wraps his arms around his waist; intent on keeping him there with him for the time being. The kiss turns sharp. Fangs catch on the tip of the others tongue, biting into his bottom lip to draw just a little blood because now he’s curious to see if they taste the same, too. ]
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He lets go of the others shirt, and his hair and instead wraps his arms around his waist; intent on keeping him there with him for the time being. The kiss turns sharp. Fangs catch on the tip of the others tongue, biting into his bottom lip to draw just a little blood because now he’s curious to see if they taste the same, too. ]
Mmm.