Forever J
i just have a serious addiction to sad music
Dei-Loki observed his hungry mate, watching a bit of flood drain down the side of his face before he'd dart his attention to his own blood bag - tearing into it almost instantly with the aid of his canines before he'd then drain the bag eagerly, yet... messily. Part of the whole wolf-deal, surely.
Once the bag was drained, his heart was racing in his chest. "Hey. . . wanna go back to bed with me and have fun with our own blood? Because i don't think i got enough."