[This close, Yuuri has to feel the small catch of breath the reveals the effect his words have on his protector. Conrad's tongue slides over the back of his teeth, anticipation and the promise of tasting that overwhelming sweetness tempting him forward. Down...]
[The tip of his nose finds Yuuri's skin first, the barest touch. And then another thick breath before his lips brush soft, vulnerable skin. Why he led with that instead of his teeth he can't begin to explain, other than it felt right.]
[He slips back just enough to break contact, baring his fangs, positioning them just over the enticing throb of Yuuri's pulse. Meaning to lick his lower lip, his tongue flicks out of its own volition, laving gently over the patch of skin he means to pierce.]