Initiations and Claims (Zeo)

[Antilles (Van Hasselt)]

   He couldn't help but feel just a bit anxious, though not entirely in a bad way. In truth, Antilles didn't know much about the ritual for bonding one to the clanmaster from personal experience.  Still, he was quite certain this rather private initiating session wasn't normal.  A year ago, he would have been uneasy, suspicious. Well ok, maybe he was a little suspicious still, but he had come to trust Zeo enough to know that whatever the other had in mind, it wasn't going to be anything unkind. 

    So, here he was, in the Clanmaster's suite. It was rather odd to feel both at ease and restless.  At least he was feeling much better than he had been on the way to meet with Zeo; the older vampire's presence had managed to work his way into inspiring such a response from him.  Through kindness, patience, and perseverance Zeo had certainly earned his trust; even if at times he still became suspicious in the way he was now.

   "So... where do you want me?", he asks easily, allowing himself a moment to take in the room.  That was an impulse he couldn't keep himself from. At least now, after time with Zeo, he could add a little more focus on the decor, and far less on escape routs. It wasn't like he was going to need to get sneak out to avoid attention with the ancient; likely, Zeo wouldn't allow him to get away with such a thing anyway.  

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[Zeo DiPaulo]

Care had been taken to make certain the mood would be set prior to Antilles' arrival. The lighting was pleasantly dim, the room pleasingly warm, and everything had been arranged so that the room looked more inviting and welcoming. It was true that it was an unusual thing, to insist on privacy for such a thing as this - but then again, this particular initian was not the usual sort. No, not the usual sort at all. 


Now, that didn't mean that Zeo had lied to the boy...it just meant that he hadn't gone into great detail about how he wanted things to be accomplished. Perhaps that was due to some nerves on the clan master's part, as really what he planned was an act of intimacy that he had not engaged in, in quite some time. The Bite was not something to take lightly, after all, and sharing it was something to take even more seriously than that. But he did so want to share this with the boy standing in front of him. 


"Right now?", he mused, brows drawing together in mock thought even as his lips twitched subtly with the amusement his tones likely held. "How about right here, si? In my arms. " The words slipped easily from his lips, even as the larger vampire moved quietly forward, his arms deftly moving to slip around Antilles' slim waist as he spoke, and pulling the smaller vampire in closer . "Mmm. Si, tesoro. I think this is where I like you the most. And as it happens...if things go the way I would like them to go, then you will be in my arms for quite some time..." The Italian's voice trailed off softly, a finger brushing along the underside of the other's jaw, attempting to encourage that head to tilt back a bit so he could softly lean in to brush lips against the other's - if Antilles was agreeable. 

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[Antilles (Van Hasselt)]

    The other's room certainly was inviting enough, and quite deliberately so. Indeed, that only made him more suspicious, but only in so far as, now he was certain the other intended for more than a simple initiation. As the Clanmaster moved in, and wrapped his arms around him, Antilles believed he had his answer.  Wrapping his arms around Zeo in turn, he studied the other's face, his own gaze keen and searching for hints to confirm his suspicions. He had grown more accustomed to their closeness, and while, he still could be a bit uneasy from time to time, and suspicious most of the time.  Now, he felt only slightly ill at ease, but it was only a sense of 'butterflies ' in  his stomach. 

     "What way is that?"  To many, it might have seemed bold for an initiate to question such a thing, rather than wait for the elder vampire to see fit to tell him.  However, Zeo had been spending a great deal of time helping to cultivate him, and help him see his validity.  Then there was the fact that the Clanmaster had been 'engaging' him for some time now. If that didn't sort of loosen things up between them, honestly nothing could, 

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[Zeo DiPaulo]

Perhaps someone else might have believed Antilles to be playing coy, as certainly such a question could easily be interpreted in that particular manner given the way things had already been going between them. Zeo , though, he knew better. Every moment of time they'd spent together he'd kept his keen eye on the habits and mannerisms of the boy that he fully planned on making entirely his. After all, what better way was there to get to know someone by paying attention to the things they /didn't/ say but that their actions dictated were on their mind? Antilles wasn't playing coy...he was nervous. Sweetly, charmingly nervous - a thing that made the Italian's lips twitch into a subtly amused smile, even as he prepared himself to offer reassurance.


"There's nothing to be on edge about, tesoro." He said softly, a single arm left curved around the other male's waist even as the other one shifted so he could brush fingers down along the angle of a cheekbone before settling them lightly on Antilles' lips. "We'll handle one matter at a time, mmm, and worry about the rest as they come up." Zeo smiled, leaning in to gently replace his fingertips with his lips - a light brushing of mouths more than an actual kiss as he was well aware that if he started to kiss the initiate now, then there likely wouldn't be time to worry about those other 'matters'.

"For now, why don't we consider the matter of the sharing of the blood. I'm sure you have heard of such things?" And with this there came a pause and a subtle arching of brow, Zeo waiting patiently to either have this confirmed or denied. Most vampires, even those that had been born into a life of slavery - as Zeo knew that there were some that had no objection to their own kind being relegated to a status that only humans should hold - knew of such things and in fact had been bonded to one clan master or another in their lifetimes. What Zeo found to be most...gratifying...though, was the fact that Seton had never bothered to do such a thing with Antilles. This made things easier for him, as otherwise he would have needed to find a bond-breaker to be able to do such a thing as share blood with the other and have it mean what it was meant to. 


He remained silent only until the other answered, and then after a few moments continued - offering a subtle nod - and then continued speaking. "Normally, it is a little thing that is done. A few drops taken from wrists or sipped from a cup and then that's that. But with us...well, I thought you deserved something more. Simply because you are more to me..." Zeo's head tilted to the side in consideration, his brow lightly furrowed as he peered down at the boy. " I want to do more than share blood...I'd like to share the Bite with you. If you're amenable." The Italian vampire's lips twitched subtly, his expression perhaps curiously...neutral, guarded even. This particular proposition had given him cause for nerves as well, though he was far better at masking them, but in this moment he felt them rather keenly, and it likely showed - if only briefly - in the fact that he might doubt whether Antilles would be willing to take this rather serious step in things. "The question is...would you be willing." 

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Notes: x___x Eh, kinda sucky but I /made/ him post. XD And I don't know what that weird word spacing is about either. <<;; 

[Antilles (Van Hasselt)]

  The feel of that strong arm around him was one that the younger vampire had become more accustomed too over the course of their time together.  Similarly, the once foreign brushing of lips against his own had somehow become familiar, comforting.  No other living person had bestowed so much physical contact upon him, well .... pleasant physical contact; despite himself, it had become more easy to accept that contact without suspicion over time.  

  "I'm aware of the process", he confirmed, tone a bit softer, but still casual.  After all, there was no reason to be profoundly effected by such a standard procedure. At least, there had been no reason, until Zeo spoke of doing something more. Lowering his lashes without thinking about it. It had become difficult for him not to respond to Zeo's desires, especially as the ancient vampire had come to easily inspired those same desires in him. All this couldn't quite prepare him for what the other had in mind though, not by a long shot. 

  When Zeo suggested the bite though, Antilles just started at him, wide eyed and quite disbelieving. Of course he was disbelieving, few came to share the bite from what he knew... Well few legitimately came to share the bite. Gaze moving way, he squirmed just a bit, not quite sure what to make of this.  He knew Zeo was not a man to speak without due care, nor what he one to make offers he didn't genuinely intend to see through either.  Yet, it was all a bit surprising, as Antilles was hardly old enough or experienced enough to identify any signs that things were escalating to this level of intimacy between them.

  "I would, but are you sure?... You're an ancient and a clanmaster", he offers softly, in that matter of fact way that he had of pointing out such matters. He wasn't being self-depreciating, facts where facts, he was till a 'child' by vampiric standards, and only an Initiate by title. It wasn't common for such individuals to entice a man of Zeo's standing. Of course, all that logic didn't change the way he was responding. His gaze had softened subtly, and his gaze was already slipping it's attention along the older vampire's form.  He really did like the way Zeo felt against him, and the unusual sense of security the older male offered. He didn't much care to delay in moving in to enjoy contact with the other, but he was still a somewhat cautious man. 

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[Zeo DiPaulo]

Even in agreement it seemed that the boy could be cautious, and if that wasn't amusing then Zeo simply couldn't say what was. His lips quirked into that by now likely familiar smile - half gentle teasing and half understanding - and he merely waited until Antilles' gaze came back to his own before speaking. " Yes. I am both of these things and yet neither have them have anything much to do with such an offer being made." He kept his tones soft, the finger tips that had brushed along the side of the other male's face now slipping up into the hair at the base of the other's skull to lightly toy with the ends of the slightly curled tresses even as he frowned a bit, not quite pleased with his own words' inaccuracy. "Well, I suppose one might take those things into context given what will be one of the end results of such a thing...but I'm not asking this of you as either of them." 

The smile that curved his lips grew warmer, the downward slant of his gaze patient and waiting in case the other had looked away. Zeo wanted Antilles to see his face, to see that - regardless of whatever mistrust might be felt on the younger man's part - that what he was about to say was something he meant. "I'm asking you as a lover...especially since, by the end of tonight, I mean us to be just that. There is nothing I don't want to share with you, nothing that I am not willing to give you. It's the nature of my feelings for you that makes it so, and while I understand you can't trust them yet...you should, by now, be more than aware that these feelings exist." A soft sigh was given, the larger vampire pulling Antilles in just a bit closer so he could rest his cheek against the top of the other's head before continuing. "So yes Antilles, I am most certainly sure."

The words had a bit of finality to them, though Zeo would wait in quiet to see if the other had anything else to offer up by way of response. If nothing was said, the Italian would again offer a smile - the expression meant to be reassuring as much as anything else - before reaching for one of the other's hands to give it a gentle squeeze. But after that squeeze, he didn't release that hand and instead used it as a means to guide the initiate towards the bed - a spot that he felt would be the most comfortable - though he merely paused by it's edge, a slightly playful set to his features as he studied the other. "Now...if you're sure as well, then perhaps you'd be willing to get more comfortable." And with this a hand did reach out to idly toy with the collar of the other's shirt, perhaps pointedly sliding to any buttons that might be at the neck of that shirt..."Why don't we help each other undress, mmm?" Another smile was given, this one brief, and perhaps just subtly heated by the anticipation of what was about to take place. 

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[Antilles (Van Hasselt)]

  Through the other's hard work and patience, he had come to trust, and even be soothed by that voice, and by the touches that the older vampire offered. As such, when Zeo first sought his gaze, Antilles didn't hesitate as he once might have, nor did he brace for unpleasant consequences for such presuming to enjoy such familiarity. However, it was rather fortunate for him, that just as he felt himself wanting to give into those old impulses, that the ancient pulled him in closer. 

  Without that gaze on him, he allowed his eyes to slip shut, absently focusing on the feel of that cheek settled on the top of his head, and of being close to the strong, comforting presence the other offered. As Zeo settled in to that moment of silence, there really wasn't much of anything that the Initiate could offer.  He found himself quite without objection or excuse to deny the other.  Certainly he wasn't about to speak about such soft, vulnerable emotions as those the other suggested. 

   It wasn't that he didn't feel for the other. There was certainly a deep affection, as well as desire and maybe even a need for the vampire that now held him close.  Still, he couldn't help but feel uneasy about discussing such things; as if, speaking about such things would mean that somehow he would lose what and who he had come to care so deeply for. Antilles found himself wanting to be so bound to Zeo, more so than simply a clanmember to his clanmaster. Certainly he knew better than to entertain such ideas.  Sharing the bite, in and of itself, was an act far more intimate than he had a right to want from the other, anything more could only be attributed to the foolishness of youth.  At least, that was what Antilles told himself; as, he still was quite young after all, so he would remain silent as Zeo patiently offered him the chance to voice what response he might. 

   There was no resistance as his hand was taken, and Zeo guided him to the bed.  Action helped to further dispel his concerns and misgivings about the vulnerable emotional state the other seemed to be inspiring in him.  As his own buttons were attended too, Antilles returned the favor.  If Zeo's shirt had buttons, he would start from the bottom, undoing one after the other, until he could slip the shirt back off of the other vampire's shoulders to slide it off.  If not, he could just as easily work the shirt up the other's body, and over his head.  Either way, once Zeo shirt was removed and set aside, the Initiate found himself gazing up at the other, thoughtful a moment as a question pressed itself into the forefront of his mind. 

   "When you say 'share the bite'", he began softly, thoughtfully, but his tones still carefully guarded so that he might not reveal his preferred answer in the question that was about to come. "Are you going to bite me too?"  After all, as the ritual asked only that he himself should drink his master's blood, technically speaking, Zeo was the only one who actually needed to be bitten.  Certainly it would have seemed odd to him, biting Zeo, while the other didn't bury his fangs within him; especially, given that, Zeo was without a doubt, dominant. 

   

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Notes: *sniffs * since the original was eaten, hopefully this one isn't too bad. 

[Zeo DiPaulo]

It wasn't often that Zeo found himself truly unsure of things, but it seemed that if anyone could make him experience such an unfamiliar thing it was the boy who - though Antilles didn't yet know it - he had a mind to truly give himself to. And it wasn't the other's silences that were troubling or made him feel uncertain, but rather the vague nature of the question finally voiced once Antilles did choose to speak. After all, it was difficult to discern what Antilles might desire to hear in reply - as it seemed that a few things were going on in the other's head that contradicted each other. 


Still, there was never any other thought in Zeo's head than to maintain honesty with Antilles as he wanted more from him than just his usefulness. He wanted /everything/ in fact, though it was likely a good thing that the Italian was a man of great patience indeed as rushing into that everything would only be frowned upon by the Initiate and likely having the poor boy backing away from him in fright. "...I had hoped that you would be agreeable to it, yes.", he offered in the even tones of one saying something matter-of-factly, even as he kept his gaze solidly upon the other's. "Are you agreeable to such a thing? Will you let me bury myself in your neck while you're buried in me?" And was he perhaps being a bit suggestive with his wording on purpose? Zeo smiled as he spoke, the words slipping out at a bit of a purr even as fingers drifted up along the other's now bared front to enjoy the feel of soft skin slipping against them, and just generally enjoying himself through touch as he waited for a reply.

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[Antilles (Van Hasselt)]

   The suggestive tones mixed with those words made him feel the urge to squirm. He wasn't uncomfortable with the suggestion per say, but even after a year, all of this was still quite new to the young vampire.  As it was, they had only gone so far, and what Zeo was suggesting was a big step for them. It made it difficult to voice his response to the idea, so he offered the only thing he could come up with, that would also communicate his willingness, if not that sort of eagerness that could make a person nervous and unsure. 

    "... Did you want... to have everything off?" It was a legitimate question.  Despite the other's suggestive tone, there was never a guarantee that 'sharing the bite' would include plans for sexual intimacy as well, at least not the first time, when one didn't know the preference of one's partner in this particular matter.

     While he waited for that answer, Antilles felt particularly vulnerable, admitting that he was agreeable left no room to really practice caution, and Antilles preferred to be cautious.  For this reason, as his fingers tips drifted against the other's front subtly, he chose to direct his gaze on them rather than the other. It was the closest thing he could come up with, to indulge his desire to not demonstrate his feelings on the matter too obviously. After all, if he seemed sure and unconcerned, didn't that make him less vulnerable? Too bad he couldn't pull off a casually indifferent tone. 

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[Zeo DiPaulo]

If Antilles was hoping for a verbal answer, he wasn't about to get one. Instead, Zeo's gaze focused on the other male's for just a brief moment - searching for signs of what the other might or might not want before finally just moving into action. Hands slipped down along Antilles' sides and front, fingertips brushing almost teasingly against the skin just above the other's waistband before finally slipping down lower to deftly begin dealing with buttons and zippers. A little jerk was given to that material as well, the action serving to bring the other closer so he could nip and suck at the younger male's lower lip to try and take his mind off of being so bared.

"Here..." He paused in his attentions to the other's mouth to gently take one of the other's hands and place it at his own waistband, encouraging him to similarly strip him of the remainders of his clothes as well. "I want there to be nothing in between my skin and yours." Zeo's words drifted out softly, a moment's pause given for Antilles to be able to act before he finished dealing with the other's pants - hooking his fingers into that waistband and pushing them and anything beneath them down over hip and thigh and then letting them follow their natural course down the rest of the length of the Initiate's legs.

Only once they were both bared would Zeo resume his earlier attentions, teeth once more making themselves acquainted with the other's lips by nipping lightly at them before one was sucked into his mouth and worked gently even while his tongue brushed in to seek entry. A hand moved to settle at the younger man's bare hip, curving almost possessively around it before tugging that lower half in closer. It was important they remain close after all, important that contact remained in place.

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[Antilles (Van Hasselt)]

    There were few distraction that were more efficient then those lips against his own.  The familiar aura of strength that came attached to those soothing lips, only helping him to feel that much more at ease with the situation. There were those that tended to feel overwhelmed or oppressed by the Italian's strong, dominant airs. Antilles wasn't one of them. 

     Lips parting subtly, already welcoming the other as he played with his lower lip, Antilles may have gotten just a bit too caught up.  A soft whine, that a young vampire likely would have missed, voiced the sense of loss as more wasn't given.  The words Zeo offered made up for that though.  Once they had settled in, the Initiate would act. 

     Attention redirecting to the other's button and zipper, Antilles tended to baring Zeo entirely. He wasn't as experience, nor as graceful as the other in this particularly act, but he had improved with practice, and soon had the much older vampire's pants open. Pushing them, and what was beneath down, he had just cleared his Clanmaster's hips, when he was pulled in.  Still quite young, it was easy to pull a heavy sound from him, and to get those hips squirming.  Zeo had been teaching him a great deal about this for the past year, and Antilles was a good student. 

    "Zeo, would you..."  Now just how was he supposed to ask it? There was a good chance that, if the other vampire was agreeable, he would merely act on his own accord without any prompting from Antilles himself.  Was he sure he wanted to take that risk though? True, Antilles didn't like to make himself vulnerable, nor to put the full measure of anything he might feel out in the open.  At the same time though, he trusted Zeo, and what he wanted was worth more than the caution he'd display by keeping silent. "I'd like to have more than just your fangs inside me", he finally gets out, and did so in a rather brave way. At least, he sounded confident and somewhat firm, even if his voice had wanted for volume.  He was, after all, still nervous.  At least though, he felt no need to be shy about the rather obvious signs of just how eager he was to have parts of Zeo inside him indeed. 

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[Zeo DiPaulo]

One hand slipped from the other's hip to finish what Antilles had started and soon the pants and underwear that the other had been working at pushing down along his legs were pooled at his feet - and a bit of stepping and kicking it away was all that was needed to get it completely out of the way. It was a good thing, though, that he was a man of some control...otherwise even that small task might have been difficult. Especially with the way Antilles' hips squirmed in eagerly against his own, never mind the noises he made while doing so. Control or no, it took some effort for Zeo not to arch into the squirming and it was likely clear by the way that the fingers of the hand that remained on the other's body dug subtly into the Initiate's hip. 


"I love how you show you want me..." he said softly, his voice a low purr against the other's lips before he finally gave in to his own want and arched his hips in - pressing his own need against the other's to make it clear how very much Antilles was wanted in turn. It was the other's words though that halted his mouth, just a fraction of an inch away from the other's lips on their way to claim them. 


Gently, he drew back - not enough to put any real distance between them, but enough to be able to look down and focus on the other's expression - and then after a moment, he smiled. "I admit, making love with you is something that is...often on my mind. But especially now." The hand at the other's hip slipped further back so he could wrap his arm around the other man's waist and pull him in closer. "I plan on pleasing you for hours, tesoro...with my fangs and my flesh. Does this...cause your concern to ebb a little?"  

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[Antilles (Van Hasselt)]

    As Zeo pulled away to study his face, his gaze met the ancient's.  For a moment, he was a bit unsure; perhaps he had asked something that he shouldn't have. In that same instance though his better sense kicked in. Not only had Zeo been encouraging him to feel free to express desire, but the other had suggested something far more intimate than just sex. The fact that he himself was inexperienced, and that the both of them would take this quite seriously, didn't detract from the fact that, for their kind, it wasn't the most intimate of acts. 

   This reasoning wasn't enough to completely quell his nerves, but it certainly did put things into perspective. When the other spoke again, Antilles couldn't help but shiver a little in anticipation. If he'd been the more chatty sort, he might have admitted that this was far from his first time considering such a possibility. As it was, that wasn't exactly his way, not that it was likely to escape Zeo. Antilles wasn't in the habit of admitting things on a whim after all.

   Pulled in close, his lashes lower once more, and he did dare to wrap his arms around the other in turn, biting his lip a little, as he fought to at least keep moderately still, at least for a moment. 

   "Yes... now I just have to worry, about winding up stuck in the coma for weeks", there was just a hint of humor to his tone at that.  He was still, a bit nervous, this was, after all, a serious matter. 

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Notes: XD if he was more confident, I think that would have been a very Ves thing to say XP

[Zeo DiPaulo]

The clan master's lips twitched in amusement at the other's statement as Zeo found himself quite unable to help a small comparison between Antilles and his father. Oh, no doubt if the boy knew how very like Vesperes he'd sounded in that moment of speech, he'd have been horrified...but Zeo simply found it to be sweet and yes - a bit funny as well. Still, despite that twitching of lips he didn't so much as chuckle and instead leaned in to nip lightly at the other's lower lip, growling just a bit as he gathered the other in still closer before pulling him down to the nearby bed with him and encouraging the initiate to slip into his lap. "I won't let that happen...even though it will be difficult to resist temptation to keep my fangs buried in you while the rest of me is occupied elsewhere." 


After that playful statement was uttered, there was a moment of silence where Zeo considered how best to proceed. Honestly, it was likely best if Antilles' fangs sunk into his neck first...because by the time Zeo was biting the other, things would quickly progress into the second part of what they wanted. It wasn't arrogance on his part to assume such things...it was a mere, time-tested fact. His bite was, quite simply, orgasmic and though it had often proven to be the bane of his existence in the past...at this moment he was very much looking forward to putting Antilles right on that precipice of need before tending to the other properly. 


Once that was decided, he did take a moment to engage the other in a series of kisses - lips, tongue and teeth taking their time to slowly map out the by now familar territory of Antilles' mouth and reveling in the way the younger vampire tasted and felt. There was hunger in these kisses, and yes - there was need. Raw and unhindered as this time, in this place he was unwilling to hold any part of himself or his feelings back. Antilles needed to know what he inspired in him, and he needed to feel it, and Zeo was going to make him. 


"Bite me..." he groaned, unable to stop himself from making that sound as he pulled away from the kiss to arch his neck enticingly. "Bite me first...please." And no, it wasn't precisely that he was begging...not really. But in this, he didn't want to be the master. He wanted to just...to just /be/ with Antilles. 

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[Antilles (Van Hasselt)]

   As the request was made, his eyes widened just a bit, in an unguarded expression.  The emotion might have been unclear, at least to Antilles, but he was a bit nervous in that exhilarated sort of way.  What they were about to do was considered the most intimate of acts between their kind, this fact didn't escape the initiate, and the fact that he was to go first did make it just a bit more nerve wracking.  He didn't question it however, and nodded subtly, but in a perhaps oddly succinct way, as if he were preparing for battle. 

    Leaning in, he wraps his arms around Zeo, before brushing his lips curiously against the other's neck, acclimating himself to the idea of the act between them. Light nips and lips that were sensitive to the feel of blood coursing through the veins below the surface skated along the pale skin of the Italian. It helped to sooth Antilles, even as he mapped out the proper place.  Nerves were getting the better of him at first, and perhaps to Zeo's amusement, his seeking started out a bit misdirected, a bit too low at first and then a bit too close to his throat, as though he might be seeking the arteries rather than the veins. Of course, this was a matter of the other's youth most likely, and his instincts would correct the matter quickly enough.  His brain might be trying to get in the way, but his fangs would know better. 

    As his long search helped sooth him, his hands also decided to help, one slipping exploring finger tips along Zeo's front. There was a comfort in refamiliarizing himself with that known territory, and by the time he was sure he found the best place to sink his fangs in, he had summoned a great deal of courage.  Lightly, with perhaps more caution than was due, he slowly slipped his fangs in through the other's flesh, ready to stop the moment Zeo said he had done something wrong... if he'd done something wrong, even with the tension though, a soft, almost whiny whimper and hips that wanted to squirm but didn't dare at the moment, likely made it quite clear that yes, he was very agreeable to having his fangs buried in Zeo. 

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