[For a moment, Liem just stares Gen down, his gaze intent beneath lids made heavy with the weight of too-many glasses of liquor. “Because I’m not a coward” is not a good reason to be offering up his neck to be bitten, Liem thinks. There isn’t really any good reason he can think of, and for a moment he contemplates just turning Gen down altogether, dragging him up and to some other bar, where he can at least look for a score with a living pulse.
But it won’t hurt Gen to weather a little bite to the neck, really. Not when Liem is the one biting him, even drunk and out of sorts as he is. And the rest, he doesn’t care to dwell on just now. What cause does he have trying to look after anyone else’s emotional or spiritual wellbeing, in his situation?
He moves around the table, bringing one knee up to brace against Gen’s seat as he leans over him, somehow swaying only slightly, though he should rightfully be on the floor by now. His arm braces over Gen’s shoulder; this close, the liquor smell cloaking him is underlain by a distinct note of spice and citrus.]
Impertinent, [he mutters, cool breath tickling his neck — and his pale fingers find one long, pointed ear to give it a good, firm pinch.
But that’s just a distraction, because even as he holds onto Gen’s velvety dog ear, he dips his head and sinks his teeth into smoothly into his neck.]
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But it won’t hurt Gen to weather a little bite to the neck, really. Not when Liem is the one biting him, even drunk and out of sorts as he is. And the rest, he doesn’t care to dwell on just now. What cause does he have trying to look after anyone else’s emotional or spiritual wellbeing, in his situation?
He moves around the table, bringing one knee up to brace against Gen’s seat as he leans over him, somehow swaying only slightly, though he should rightfully be on the floor by now. His arm braces over Gen’s shoulder; this close, the liquor smell cloaking him is underlain by a distinct note of spice and citrus.]
Impertinent, [he mutters, cool breath tickling his neck — and his pale fingers find one long, pointed ear to give it a good, firm pinch.
But that’s just a distraction, because even as he holds onto Gen’s velvety dog ear, he dips his head and sinks his teeth into smoothly into his neck.]