It's Bay not bae (cursedbyfangs) wrote in st_margarets, @ 2016-03-29 12:27:00 |
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Entry tags: | character: bayani castillo, character: sorin antonescu, location: pegasus dorm |
WHO: Bayani and Sorin
WHAT: Post-coital talking about life and things
WHEN: After this, March 28th
WHERE: Sorin's room
RATING: Probably will be M for sexual suggestion and likely swearing.
Bayani had a mixture of feelings coming back to the school from Spring Break. Although it was overly sunny and there were too many people around, it was nice to get away too. It was a good experience. But there was a kind of safety at St. Margaret's that he didn't realize he came to depend on. He wasn't ready to leave altogether, which was an important thing for him to know. He went there with a chip on his shoulder, not wanting to be there, not wanting to exist entirely at that point. A few months changed everything significantly. Now he had lovers and friends and thankfully was not failing all of his classes. He was learning how to be a vampire with the help of others, without hurting anyone. It was not the death sentence or prison he'd expected. While he refused to admit he was - heaven forbid - happy, he was more content. Especially now when coming down off an orgasm. He was careful to bring blood with him if he planned on staying past the first round of sex, because he always came off his high wanting to eat. As usual he managed to keep himself away from Sorin's neck successfully, letting the witch take what he wanted from him and giving passionately back, often spurring him on with hot words and indulgent chuckles. He left his friend gasping for breath and recovering on the bed to quickly suck down the blood, his back to Sorin since he was still slightly uncomfortable with feeding around his castle family. It was irrational, yes, but a work in progress. Once satisfied he wouldn't be too tempted by Sorin's quickly beating heart, he crawled back onto the bed next to Sorin, stretching himself out comfortably. His fingers ran through the sweaty strands of the witch, always a little smug when he saw how thoroughly he managed to unravel him. Sorin was dominating and aggressive and rough with him, and Bayani knew those were qualities that the sweet tempered boy rarely delved into. That made him smug too. But it was the quickest way to get Bay begging and needy, so it worked out for both of them. He allowed himself only in these moments to be a little sweeter and affectionate, his hand moving from Sorin's hair to curve around his cheek and down his side to his hip. Post-coital was a new thing for him. He could get used to it. "Do you feel better now?" He asked, calmer now that he still had the aftertaste of blood in his mouth and his limbs were relaxed. |