[ Look no one told him this was going to simultaneously hurt and be the most uncomfortably pleasurable thing he's felt in a while?? And all that aside he wasn't expecting to be bitten. Macked on, felt up maybe, made out with a little? Sure. But having Crowley drag him over and do...this is so far beyond what Rhys was expecting that he literally can't fathom a course of action beyond struggling to breathe while it feels like his neck's mildly on fire.
What is Crowley doing to him?? Like, obviously there's the bite but he's...drinking? His blood? And it feels wrong and amazing and that causes another very pathetic sound to spill for from him. If his whole body hadn't locked up like that he might've done something about the way it all goes straight to his stomach and beyond, but luckily that's not the case and Rhys is spared that embarrassment.
The state of his pants might be a little less than desirable when Crowley pulls back. It's both sobering and very uncomfortable and drags a pained grunt out of him as the fangs leave his skin none-too-gently, and finally Rhys's gaze drops to the man beneath him in utter incomprehension, mouth agape. He says something about bloodsucking and all he can think is oh, he bit me and then there's a hand on his chest and his...pants are just. All sorts of uncomfortable right now and Rhys still hasn't processed entirely that Crowley made a snack out of him instead of "getting it on."
So yeah. Definitely still alive, definitely still not processing this situation all that efficiently. ]
Yuh....youuu, you bit me. [ Someone give this man a genius award. His voice literally warbled and cracked saying that. ]
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What is Crowley doing to him?? Like, obviously there's the bite but he's...drinking? His blood? And it feels wrong and amazing and that causes another very pathetic sound to spill for from him. If his whole body hadn't locked up like that he might've done something about the way it all goes straight to his stomach and beyond, but luckily that's not the case and Rhys is spared that embarrassment.
The state of his pants might be a little less than desirable when Crowley pulls back. It's both sobering and very uncomfortable and drags a pained grunt out of him as the fangs leave his skin none-too-gently, and finally Rhys's gaze drops to the man beneath him in utter incomprehension, mouth agape. He says something about bloodsucking and all he can think is oh, he bit me and then there's a hand on his chest and his...pants are just. All sorts of uncomfortable right now and Rhys still hasn't processed entirely that Crowley made a snack out of him instead of "getting it on."
So yeah. Definitely still alive, definitely still not processing this situation all that efficiently. ]
Yuh....youuu, you bit me. [ Someone give this man a genius award. His voice literally warbled and cracked saying that. ]