Luke's heartbeat was almost deafening, and the stronger, faster pulse it added to the blood flowing from his wrist only added to the already blissful experience of drinking blood fresh from the source.
His control was still enough that he was able to pull back after a moment, pressing his thumb over the small cut to halt bleeding until it had a chance to scab over.
"Luke," D said, his voice rougher than usual, almost a growl. "Thank you." His breath had the heavy metallic scent of blood on it, but also sickly sweet flowers and decay.
D still craved more, but that would never stop. That small amount had done very little to calm his blood thirst but it had eased some of the pain, taking the sharp intensity of it to a more familiar dull ache. It would be all too easy to keep drinking until Luke was weak and shaky if he had allowed himself to continue in pursuit of a relief that would never fully come.
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His control was still enough that he was able to pull back after a moment, pressing his thumb over the small cut to halt bleeding until it had a chance to scab over.
"Luke," D said, his voice rougher than usual, almost a growl. "Thank you." His breath had the heavy metallic scent of blood on it, but also sickly sweet flowers and decay.
D still craved more, but that would never stop. That small amount had done very little to calm his blood thirst but it had eased some of the pain, taking the sharp intensity of it to a more familiar dull ache. It would be all too easy to keep drinking until Luke was weak and shaky if he had allowed himself to continue in pursuit of a relief that would never fully come.