Pressing a hand against his chest, he could feel the sluggish heartbeat that had started up, reminding him of a time long past of a dying man that promised to give him everything in return for a new life. His dear Elyas spoiled him so and he didn't mind since it meant that he didn't have to deal with the short lived humans he had to prey upon to survive. Moving his hand up, his gently touched Elyas's lips with a finger, almost teasing him with a taste of what hasn't been given yet.
"So many that you almost feel alive and all for me," he replied, definitely entertained at how eager Elyas was to be fed upon by his sire. That was something that pleased him greatly and not for the first time, he was glad to have experimented on this child and made him exactly what he needed. "I think I need to empty you out a bit before I go hunting. You know how I hate when you feel too much like one of them."
Shifting around to face him properly and now straddling him instead of draping across him, Cyrus grabbed his hair and tilted his head to expose his neck for him, revealing the scars of the bite that had turned him. There was always a bit of pride when he saw those two little marks in his neck, proof that Elyas had given everything to him. Leaning close to his neck, Cyrus breathed softly against the skin as he opened his mouth wide and sank his fangs down into the delicate flesh. Immediately, he started to draw out the blood and drink it down, making greedy little noises all while he did. He knew how much he could take from him and he was going to take nearly all of it to satisfy himself.
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"So many that you almost feel alive and all for me," he replied, definitely entertained at how eager Elyas was to be fed upon by his sire. That was something that pleased him greatly and not for the first time, he was glad to have experimented on this child and made him exactly what he needed. "I think I need to empty you out a bit before I go hunting. You know how I hate when you feel too much like one of them."
Shifting around to face him properly and now straddling him instead of draping across him, Cyrus grabbed his hair and tilted his head to expose his neck for him, revealing the scars of the bite that had turned him. There was always a bit of pride when he saw those two little marks in his neck, proof that Elyas had given everything to him. Leaning close to his neck, Cyrus breathed softly against the skin as he opened his mouth wide and sank his fangs down into the delicate flesh. Immediately, he started to draw out the blood and drink it down, making greedy little noises all while he did. He knew how much he could take from him and he was going to take nearly all of it to satisfy himself.