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That definitely wasn't a protest, but it wasn't an agreement either. He had an insatiable urge to nip him just to test his boundaries...but nipping would lead to him purposefully drawing blood. His eyes drifted to his neck and he bit down on his own lip lightly.

"Oh who am I kidding? I couldn't keep my hands off of you." He admitted, unable to find a witty comeback for their game. He knew he'd gave up to quickly but now he didn't even care when Derek started planting kisses. "And I have a hard time believing you'd be able to either~" He teased, his upper body involuntarily arcing off the bed eager to meet the touch. He turned his head away embarrassed by both his upper and lower body's reactions.

ｏｏｃ: I'll be Flint if you'll be Sam c; -rolls away- sorry xD

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"You know me soo well don't you?" Val asked with a sarcastic tone, despite the fact that Derek was pretty much reading him like an open tome. A mixture of a whine and a moan managed it's way out and his hands traveled up his back. "Aww, you don't want to show off~?" He teased though that wasn't the reason the curtain subject even existed. "That's partly because your mine now and don't want me to get jealous, am I right?" He continued with the teasing. Even though he was distracted by the banter, he still got goosebumps while the kisses moved up.

Somehow Val's hands found their way into Derek's hair and he gripped the strands tightly. His eyes closed briefly and he bit down harder. "What would you suggest I-i-I do, the-hen?He asked, voice breaking and his eyes opening to gaze down at him.

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I have this problem with flirting with people I like so I'm sorry just like...tell me to stop and I will XD

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"I'm so happy you don't want me to die, I knew you cared~" Val retorted, actually somewhat happy from that fact. Though at the man's grin, he internally cursed himself for being so sensitive and being unable to control it. "Why are you so smiley?" He asked, despite knowing the answer, he wanted the words straight from him. He was also curious if Derek would lie about it.

With a soft and slightly irritated sigh, he released his lip from his teeth's grip. "If I bit what I wanted to, there would be blood flowing down your neck..." He said hesitantly, closing his eyes and trying to stop envisioning it. It was possibly his worst kink and the most entwined with his nature. "and into my mouth..." he added as an after thought.

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"I get it from my mother." He joked, laughing lightly followed by a shiver. He wasn't sure if his mother was actually sensitive or not, even if he did know at one point he wouldn't remember now. "I'm obviously not the only sensitive one." He mumbled, running his fingers through his hair. "You proved that earlier..."

He leaned up to meet his kiss, lightly nipping Derek's lip. "Very much so..." He admitted, lust overpowering embarrassment. He kissed him again but it was sloppily and partly edged off to the side. He continued to place kisses along his jawline and to where his jawe and neck met. "May I?" He purred, voice dropping in tone as he edged down his neck. His tongue running over an artery, followed by a kiss. Even if Derek denied him a bite he was determined to leave a mark.

ｏｏｃ: they won't work I assume but cx thank you for not minding

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Val's grip on his hair tightened in part to make sure Derek didn't squirm (getting himself hurt in the process) and in part just for fun. Yes, he wanted to draw blood but he didn't want to nick the artery or else Derek would be squirting blood everywhere and dying. Better to get a smaller vein near it. "Try not to move..." He muttered, feeling along his neck with parted lips.

It took a few seconds but he found a good, safe (for the most part) spot to bite. And bite he did, not hesitating in the least. It was better to do it fast, like ripping a bandage off; more surprise, more pain, less time. He savored the moment that his teeth were sunk in, but forced himself to pry his teeth out because he knew it would be painful the longer he was attached. The grip on his hair loosened, and he eagerly lapped at the wound. A small desperate whine escaped his throat as he started to suck on the bite.

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allmypickuplinesarecheesysoimnotgonnausethem
how're you? oUo

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Val slowly pulled away from his neck, mostly in curiosity to see the bite. "After this I don't think I could settle for anyone else's blood." He said partially teasing but also not. It was kind of scary how perfect of a balance in taste Derek's was, but Val also knew it'd be stupid of him to just stop eating because he preferred something else.

"It didn't hurt to badly did it?" He asked slightly worried, before leaning back down to kiss further down his neck. He alternated between soft kisses and short licks to clean the blood off his neck, the wound still budding with the stuff. "I'd hate to see you suffer..." He mumbled, glancing up towards him.

ｏｏｃ: ihaveskittlesinmymouth...wannatastetherainbow? ;)
that's good i'm doing good too cx we went Christmas tree hunting today

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hope this works ^w^
also for any "native" language stuff i'm just using dovahzul because i'm to lazy to make stuff up... translator = https://www.thuum.org/translate.php

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A chilly breeze made the hairs on the back of Briin's neck stand on end. It was an average temperature out but the breeze pushed it onto the cold side if you sat in the shade. Unfortunately, Briin was going to be stuck in the shade of the trees until they hit the beach with the burning sand. A soft tan embroidered cloth was tied low around their waist, and that was pretty much all they were wearing. There was no shame from the fact that they had no top on to cover their flat chest. The Ragnavir were a shameless people, and there was no reason Briin should be any different.

For once, there was no duties to be done or preparations to be made and Briin was going to make every moment count. Their steps got brisker until they eased into a jog, as the sound of waves crashing against the beach could be heard. Dirt and vines turned into rocks then to sand and finally to water and they didn't stop until they were ankle deep in the salty waves. The ocean was their favorite place to be, all sorts of oddities and treasures washed ashore. You merely needed to be patient. When the weather was to unpleasant to be near the water and there was free time, they spent their time reading the books the Ragnavir had collected for centuries now; Briin had taught themselves to read and speak the basics of quite a few languages from this. English however, came easier as Briin's grandfather had known it; though how he became fluent in it no one was for sure.

Somehow the sound of the waves were different from usual, and it only took a few moments for Briin to realize the water was hitting something it wasn't use to hitting. The night previous there was a storm, so curiosity filled them; fantasies of what might have washed up filling their head. They turned and walked along in the sand, following the curve of the beach and looking for obscurities. An abnormal amount of wood littered the beach, and a beat up trunk laid on it's side. Speed quickening, they headed straight for it excited to see what was inside. However something more...interesting caught Briin's eye. A pale, well compared to themselves, human-looking form was crumpled up. Direction changed once again towards this. "Ahnok?" They called softly in their native tongue, unsure of what language to try and greet the form in. With no answer, Briin lowered themselves into the sand beside the person and sat, legs crisscrossed. "Ahnok?" They tried again, lightly shaking the girl's shoulder.
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"All things considered I think that's acceptable." Val retorted, rolling two fingers over the rip in his shirt. Two bad he hadn't actually brought an extra set of clothes. Which, in hindsight, was a horrible idea and he should have probably planned this out better. "No reason to...and it's actually a decent trip from my home to here." He responded with a slight shrug and a glance at him.

Tugging his hood on, and flipping it up, he finally got off the bed. "Ready to go, Mr. Thatcher?" He asked in a 'business' tone. Then he glanced down and let out a semi irritated sigh. His hood was just as sliced up as his shirt...he had that thing forever. Digging through his hooded coat's pockets he pulled a pair of gloves out and slipped them on, no burned fingers today! He edged the irritation away by holding his hand out in an invitation to be held.

ｏｏｃ: that's because i just made it up 8)
aww, if it's any consolation we went up into the mountains so that's why it was snowy cx
it hurt lol

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