[ There's little that Felix can do to prepare for the sensation of Dimitri's teeth piercing his skin. The pain is different than that of an arrow - shallower yet sharper, designed to draw blood out of him opposed to embedding in his body. It's strange, but he does his best to remain still as possible for Dimitri. (that grip on his hand helps considerably.) He digs shallow crescent moons into the palm of his other hand as he looks away, focusing only on the sound of his breathing, slow and even. (the slurps are disgusting to his ear.)
He'll let Dimitri drink as much as he needs - or, at least, within reason. When his focus begins to slip and his head spins, he unclenches his fist and unceremoniously slaps him upside the head. ] Stop. That's enough. [ He gives his hair a tug for good measure (and because a part of him is still a bit mad about this whole ordeal). ]
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He'll let Dimitri drink as much as he needs - or, at least, within reason. When his focus begins to slip and his head spins, he unclenches his fist and unceremoniously slaps him upside the head. ] Stop. That's enough. [ He gives his hair a tug for good measure (and because a part of him is still a bit mad about this whole ordeal). ]
Dimitri.