[Soft chuckling is Conrad's first response, Yuuri's innocence washing over him with such warmth that he nearly forgets what he's about to do. And when his attention draws back, inevitably, to that stretch of pristine skin...]
[The thought of causing Yuuri to bleed wounds Conrad far worse than any mild hunger he might have -- how could he not see that before? He nearly draws back, apology on his lips, but stops himself as he becomes very aware of Yuuri's fingers curled in his shirt. Being this close to Yuuri is more than he deserves, but how could he deny anything to this perfect person, the one he holds above all others in his heart?]
[Is it truly Yuuri's blood he craves? That sweetness, it's not only in Yuuri's blood. It's in every part of him, tangible and otherwise.]
[Without actually coming to a decision, Conrad leans down again, his hand slipping to cup the nape of Yuuri's neck. His fangs are tucked neatly behind his lips, which meet Yuuri's neck in a tentative kiss. And then another, lingering and soft.]