[ Felix knows that sometimes, Dimitri gets like this. Sometimes he still ends up a little lost in himself, and the boar inside rears its head. It's like he once told him - they're both the real him.
But that doesn't stop a flare of... something (irritation? desire? some weird middle ground that he rather not try to put into words?) from burning hot in his chest. Without warning, and not gentle in the slightest, he brings his hand to the front of his cloak to yank him down to his level. He forces Dimitri's head to tilt with the hand still tangled in his hair and bites down on his exposed neck, matching his ferocity.
Once he tastes metallic on his tongue, he draws back and wipes the blood from his mouth with a swipe of his hand. (though his lips are still slightly more red than before.) ] Now we're even. [ And he lets go. ]
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But that doesn't stop a flare of... something (irritation? desire? some weird middle ground that he rather not try to put into words?) from burning hot in his chest. Without warning, and not gentle in the slightest, he brings his hand to the front of his cloak to yank him down to his level. He forces Dimitri's head to tilt with the hand still tangled in his hair and bites down on his exposed neck, matching his ferocity.
Once he tastes metallic on his tongue, he draws back and wipes the blood from his mouth with a swipe of his hand. (though his lips are still slightly more red than before.) ] Now we're even. [ And he lets go. ]