[he's just so responsive. Oswald nudges him closer with his heel behind Edward's thigh so they're pressed together now, kissing him slowly and thoroughly, petting his hand up his spine, fisting a bit in his sweatervest to hold him close]
[Edward's basically leaning against Oswald at this point and he's not entirely sure when that happened. But it feels... good, here. A little cold, but nice.
[It's that same feeling again, as if time suddenly halts. Everything freezes, the world vanishes around him, and he can't think anymore. None of those things matter, at that point.
There's just this feeling of bliss and his eyes fall shut, as Oswald's fangs go into his throat.]
[Bliss is certainly apt. Delicious is another. Oswald makes a quiet, pleased humming sound as he takes a mouthful of blood, then another--savoring each swallow. It's like an elixer; absolutely divine--what is it about Edward's blood that makes it so delicious; that makes him feel neigh-intoxicated?
It's a puzzle he's yet to solve, but he can't really think enough to do so as his tongue slides over those punctures. He can't take too much; Edward isn't sleeping enough, and to take too much might cause problems in a way that it wouldn't someone with healthier habits. And yet, he can't say that he minds. It makes this treat that much more delectable and rare, and Oswald cradles Edward against him as he licks over some of the blood still swelling from the wound, even though it's starting to slow.]
[Oswald might notice the faint (very faint, the drink was more sugar than anything) buzz of caffeine in Edward's blood. A slight aftertaste, perhaps.
It's probably a good thing he's cutting off now. Even with the amount Oswald took, more of a snack than a meal, Edward feels... woozy, after. The fog clouding his senses isn't really gone just yet and he's swaying a little.
...Looks like the dark chocolate was a good call, though it's not enough to help him too much right now. Someone's got an iron deficiency.]
[Oswald's arm tightens around Edward's waist, keeping him up easily with surprising strength. Even though it wasn't even close to enough for a meal, he does feel quite a bit invigorated; intoxicated, almost. And he's already thinking of other things to feed Edward that will help with that iron deficiency.
He nuzzles against that spot on his neck even as the puncture marks get close to closing]
[Without Oswald keeping him upright, Edward probably would be slumping over right now. Even like this, his head ends up resting on Oswald's shoulder after a moment.
He was already tired, but suddenly... much more so.]
[it's a good thing Oswald's got a hold of him, then. He's keeping that arm tight around his waist, pressing little kisses against his neck--letting him lean on him while he recovers which, if he's being honest, is good for him anyway. It makes him feel good to hold Edward like this; like he's his, after he's fed]
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Safe?
Safe.]
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Sorry Oswald he actually needs oxygen still.]
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[His head tilts back a little, at that, the tingle down his spine. Very good...]
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Well, if that isn't a go ahead right there...]
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There's just this feeling of bliss and his eyes fall shut, as Oswald's fangs go into his throat.]
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It's a puzzle he's yet to solve, but he can't really think enough to do so as his tongue slides over those punctures. He can't take too much; Edward isn't sleeping enough, and to take too much might cause problems in a way that it wouldn't someone with healthier habits. And yet, he can't say that he minds. It makes this treat that much more delectable and rare, and Oswald cradles Edward against him as he licks over some of the blood still swelling from the wound, even though it's starting to slow.]
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It's probably a good thing he's cutting off now. Even with the amount Oswald took, more of a snack than a meal, Edward feels... woozy, after. The fog clouding his senses isn't really gone just yet and he's swaying a little.
...Looks like the dark chocolate was a good call, though it's not enough to help him too much right now. Someone's got an iron deficiency.]
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He nuzzles against that spot on his neck even as the puncture marks get close to closing]
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He was already tired, but suddenly... much more so.]
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And Edward blinks a few times. Slowly.]
What's... [Still kind of sluggish. Geez.] ...Did I fall asleep or somethin'?
[Not quite, though the blank space in Edward's memory means there's little difference.]
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[He should move off of Oswald. But also, he doesn't really want to?]
Guess I am kinda tired still...
[He still has so much time left on his shift, though. And then the next one for his other job...]
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You could nap back here and if I hear the bell, I'll wake you.
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[Well, a normal person probably wouldn't. But a vampire might.
Edward's... finding it a little hard to stay awake.]
Don't want to be a bother, though.
[Surely Oswald has better things to do...]
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[he nuzzles just under his ear] And it's no bother. I like spending time with you.
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[He's already zoning out, though. He's... he's pretty much gone, the next moment.
He's very tired.]