The sounds were perfect, not animal, purely human, purely enjoyment. He licked along the bottom of his ribs. Head moved to the side against his fingers, his touch. He lifted his face and eyes slowly, stopping still. "I don't feed." He whispered. Crawling up his body he kissed him. "There are things in my head I wouldn't wish on anyone. Certainly not you."
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