[ it's like pouring an aphrodisiac straight into his veins. the magic courses through him, setting him alight from the inside out, and his tongue drags slowly over the puncture marks he left behind as he bites back a moan. it could be the magic of this city, or this man, or his own deprived system; whatever it is, it leaves him panting and wanting, his voice strained as he endeavours to keep it light. ]

It's been a while. I needed that more than I realized.