[When Rafe pulls away for a second time Fenris can feel his heart drop, immediately beating himself up in his head about thinking Rafe could possibly want some elven slave turned gargoyle to touch him—
—Then his wide, momentarily panicked eyes follow Rafe's indication.]
...Oh. [Oh. A short, relieved laugh escapes Fenris before he cuts it off completely.] Sorry.
[Fenris manages to peel himself off of Rafe so he can put his laptop down...somewhere. Something runs down his lip, but Fenris — having been dealing with this issue for a while now — already knows it's blood. In his excitement he yet again cut his own lips on his fangs. But it's fine. He simply licks it away with his now fully forked tongue, quick and easy.]
cw: implications of sexual abuse, past alcohol/drug use, body dysmorphia, slavery and physical abuse
—Then his wide, momentarily panicked eyes follow Rafe's indication.]
...Oh. [Oh. A short, relieved laugh escapes Fenris before he cuts it off completely.] Sorry.
[Fenris manages to peel himself off of Rafe so he can put his laptop down...somewhere. Something runs down his lip, but Fenris — having been dealing with this issue for a while now — already knows it's blood. In his excitement he yet again cut his own lips on his fangs. But it's fine. He simply licks it away with his now fully forked tongue, quick and easy.]