[ Chris rubs at one of the spots and IV jerks like he's been electrified, head dropping down so that his face is shaded by his hair as his pupils dilate fully again. ]
It. It doesn't hurt.
[ His voice is thick and tight with something, though, and the spot is starting to pulse strongly under Chris's fingers.
(one of his hands lashes out lightning-fast to grab a bread roll from the tray, rip a chunk from it with his teeth that he swallows after barely chewing it at all)
(the hunger he's feeling doesn't feel sated in the least by that, though) ]
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Date: 2013-10-18 10:35 pm (UTC)It. It doesn't hurt.
[ His voice is thick and tight with something, though, and the spot is starting to pulse strongly under Chris's fingers.
(one of his hands lashes out lightning-fast to grab a bread roll from the tray, rip a chunk from it with his teeth that he swallows after barely chewing it at all)
(the hunger he's feeling doesn't feel sated in the least by that, though) ]