Title :: Ditto Pairing :: Buffy/Damon Prompt :: Blood
He plays her like a puppet, a cold hand between her thighs and soft innuendos in her ear.
Buffy welcomes it, welcomes him by spreading her legs wider and releasing that gasping moan that’s been tickling the back of her throat for a better part of a minute. Sharp teeth scrape her skin and she withers, back arching and the arm across her chest pins her to him.
Holds her immobile as his teeth pierce the tender skin of her throat and spills her blood as the hand between her thighs pivots and she screams. All coy pretenses gone as he’s suddenly gone from her back and kneeling between those spread thighs, a wicked smile curving the thin line of his mouth and just like that his mouth is pressed to her inner thigh, teeth already slicing through her skin and spilling more of her blood.
Buffy’s head lulls back a moment and she shudders as the sucking motion of his mouth pulls at deeper parts of her and she murmurs, voice languid, “Damon, are you planning to fuck me or kill me?”
His mouth sucks harder and it hiccups her breath before he pulls back and flattens his tongue against the wound and then her sex. Her hands fist, balling the sheets beneath her as Damon’s tongue explores her body, moving upward every few indelicate tastes until his face is hovering over hers and his gaze is searching her face before he states, “Maybe, both?”
A matching smirk lifts the corner of Buffy’s mouth before she agrees, “Ditto.”
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Pairing :: Buffy/Damon
Prompt :: Blood
He plays her like a puppet, a cold hand between her thighs and soft innuendos in her ear.
Buffy welcomes it, welcomes him by spreading her legs wider and releasing that gasping moan that’s been tickling the back of her throat for a better part of a minute. Sharp teeth scrape her skin and she withers, back arching and the arm across her chest pins her to him.
Holds her immobile as his teeth pierce the tender skin of her throat and spills her blood as the hand between her thighs pivots and she screams. All coy pretenses gone as he’s suddenly gone from her back and kneeling between those spread thighs, a wicked smile curving the thin line of his mouth and just like that his mouth is pressed to her inner thigh, teeth already slicing through her skin and spilling more of her blood.
Buffy’s head lulls back a moment and she shudders as the sucking motion of his mouth pulls at deeper parts of her and she murmurs, voice languid, “Damon, are you planning to fuck me or kill me?”
His mouth sucks harder and it hiccups her breath before he pulls back and flattens his tongue against the wound and then her sex. Her hands fist, balling the sheets beneath her as Damon’s tongue explores her body, moving upward every few indelicate tastes until his face is hovering over hers and his gaze is searching her face before he states, “Maybe, both?”
A matching smirk lifts the corner of Buffy’s mouth before she agrees, “Ditto.”