Haunted Wood Teacher Teacher [m]

Every second that Abaddon kept his cool composure made the young king more nervous, his pulse beginning to race so hard his veins thrummed visibly in his neck as he tensed up. Anger flared at the boldness of the strange man's behavior though his breath caught as he watched Abaddon swipe his tongue across his maw in a manner that the teenager could only find response in through raging hormones. Paws moving of their own accord they brought him closer, his body responding to the reminder of how it had felt for the man to drink from his neck. Even as a child he'd found it strangely pleasant in sensation, the way the man's tongue had lapped against his throat. Stopping only inches away from the man, invading his space he narrowed his eyes "Yeah? Is that what's happening in that weird head of yours?" his voice was hoarse as he bared his fangs "You still owe me a taste" he growled and licked his own lips, the gesture not as smooth and practiced as Abaddon's though with the confidence he had he'd be a charmer one day.