Deepwood Weald the dirty [m]

Yes it is. His words but a whisper, filled to the brim with lust and desire as he focused on the smaller man. Then I suggest you don't move. He purred while closing the distance between his maw and the boy's neck, splitting his smug maw in half and allowing his fangs to grace the flesh before biting down. He has had much practice in this, but even then, the slightest move could be enough to rip through an artery - and what a shame would that be seeing as there was always a lack of willing prey who would just offer themselves willy nilly.

Carefully he drew near, by shuffling closer all the while guiding the other with a paw wrapping around him. Getting comfortable while pulling the other closer, they could lean on him if they were relaxed enough. It would make this all the more pleasant for both of them after all. Too excited and nervous and his heart might beat too much blood out of the now open wound on his neck, the slow trickle was more than enough to please the dark lord of his own little world.