[ there are a hundred thousand things wrong with doppo doing this to jakurai, with jakurai; at least he's pretty sure his non-sanguis self would think so, but right now, this feels like the most natural thing in the world.
those lips, soft and full, feel incredible against his skin, as if jakurai's branding him as his own, asserting himself. his sanguis scent is strong, all-consuming, and doppo feels his own breath catch before he gets up off of him. the chair might be comfortable, but this isn't where he wants to do it.
instead, he takes his hand and leads him to the examination bed, urging him onto it as he takes the opportunity to push the doctor's shirt over his shoulders and onto the floor. he's leaning up to capture his mouth with his again, fierce and craving the taste of him, the intoxicating heat of his surrender. ]
I'll take care of you, sensei.
[ he promises, his words a low, rumbling growl in between ravenous kisses, his fingers coming to undo the buckle of his belt, easing open his trousers. ]
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those lips, soft and full, feel incredible against his skin, as if jakurai's branding him as his own, asserting himself. his sanguis scent is strong, all-consuming, and doppo feels his own breath catch before he gets up off of him. the chair might be comfortable, but this isn't where he wants to do it.
instead, he takes his hand and leads him to the examination bed, urging him onto it as he takes the opportunity to push the doctor's shirt over his shoulders and onto the floor. he's leaning up to capture his mouth with his again, fierce and craving the taste of him, the intoxicating heat of his surrender. ]
I'll take care of you, sensei.
[ he promises, his words a low, rumbling growl in between ravenous kisses, his fingers coming to undo the buckle of his belt, easing open his trousers. ]