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“I tasted him, too, just like you did that night at the tree.”
“...And how was it?” Alastor murmurs, soft.
“Sweet. Warm too, he was still fresh when I licked the knife. Couldn't keep the taste out of my mouth for days, it clung to my throat– made me think of you, again.”
The building heat deep inside him curls, and Vincent just notices his hands have slipped to Alastor's vest – he has them wrapped around that sinful waist, feeling the pulse under his palms. He can feel every shift of Alastor's muscles, everything. It's a delirious feeling that makes him lightheaded.
He gasps. “God– Alastor… Wish I could taste you, too.”
Amidst the numerous research papers and the bonding ritual, Vincent proves to Alastor that he can be good.
Vincent discovers the depths of his own desires and learns to decipher a bit more of Alastor's signs.