[ Rhys can't honestly say he ever has been hugged by a vampire, no. Technically speaking those aren't even supposed to exist, and that Crowley could intend anything but what his wild imagination has started to supply is beyond him. Crowley beckons him over, grabs and pulls when he least expects it and Rhys can't helped the short-lived but sharp little sound he makes. It catches in his throats and winds up strangled, because now it feels like all the blood in his body is rushing up into his face.
He's hugging him. Embracing, drawing him back onto the bed and Rhys hardly has a moment to push his palms flat into the mattress beneath them to brace himself lest he collapse atop the other man, and by then his heart is practically pounding in his chest. Crowley has never shown interest in him like this. Hell, for a amiable as friends as they are they've never even really hugged. That was...it's not a Thing that happens to Rhys, usually. Sometimes maybe his paid-for friend would and catch him off guard, but that was...different.
This is different and Rhys can't help the unconsciously clingy emotional response he has to the gesture. Crowley's holding him so close he's sure the other man can feel his pulse pounding away inside his rib cage and gods, he's never thought of him this way? How long as Crowley felt like this...? Is it just because he thinks he's dying and this is just some final...hurrah? Did he choose Rhys just for that?
When he feels the man's mouth press against his throat Rhys very suddenly feels parched and lets out a very pathetic sort of whine (not a keen. An actual uncertain and very embarrassed whine). He should say something, he should ask what the heck Crowley's doing, he sh...oooould worry a lot more that apparently is threatening to kill him if he screams. Why the heck would he do that? It's not as if Rhys is that big a spazz, he's been come onto before. ]
Scr--ugh! [ He was going to put out something affronted and frazzled there, something to express his displeasure with a statement like that even being a necessity, but apparently it's rather warranted. Rhys doesn't even get to finish "scream" before the man bites him and a choked sound of pain catches in his throat.
His gut instinct is to try and pull back as he goes tense and grips the bedding beneath them tight. Heck, the jump in his pulse is so significant that his cybernetic eye even flashes up with a routine warning notification for him...but that's before It happens. Something twisted and anxiety-inducing, something that's so much more humiliating than being thought unable to handle a little making out. It causes Rhys to jolt and twitch against the man as his eyes widen in mortification, the muscles in his throat impossibly tight. It feels like he's choking and burning all at once and he needs to get it out of him--
So Rhys moans.
Loudly, shamefully, and worst of all? In ecstasy. ]
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He's hugging him. Embracing, drawing him back onto the bed and Rhys hardly has a moment to push his palms flat into the mattress beneath them to brace himself lest he collapse atop the other man, and by then his heart is practically pounding in his chest. Crowley has never shown interest in him like this. Hell, for a amiable as friends as they are they've never even really hugged. That was...it's not a Thing that happens to Rhys, usually. Sometimes maybe his paid-for friend would and catch him off guard, but that was...different.
This is different and Rhys can't help the unconsciously clingy emotional response he has to the gesture. Crowley's holding him so close he's sure the other man can feel his pulse pounding away inside his rib cage and gods, he's never thought of him this way? How long as Crowley felt like this...? Is it just because he thinks he's dying and this is just some final...hurrah? Did he choose Rhys just for that?
When he feels the man's mouth press against his throat Rhys very suddenly feels parched and lets out a very pathetic sort of whine (not a keen. An actual uncertain and very embarrassed whine). He should say something, he should ask what the heck Crowley's doing, he sh...oooould worry a lot more that apparently is threatening to kill him if he screams. Why the heck would he do that? It's not as if Rhys is that big a spazz, he's been come onto before. ]
Scr--ugh! [ He was going to put out something affronted and frazzled there, something to express his displeasure with a statement like that even being a necessity, but apparently it's rather warranted. Rhys doesn't even get to finish "scream" before the man bites him and a choked sound of pain catches in his throat.
His gut instinct is to try and pull back as he goes tense and grips the bedding beneath them tight. Heck, the jump in his pulse is so significant that his cybernetic eye even flashes up with a routine warning notification for him...but that's before It happens. Something twisted and anxiety-inducing, something that's so much more humiliating than being thought unable to handle a little making out. It causes Rhys to jolt and twitch against the man as his eyes widen in mortification, the muscles in his throat impossibly tight. It feels like he's choking and burning all at once and he needs to get it out of him--
So Rhys moans.
Loudly, shamefully, and worst of all? In ecstasy. ]