Despite his obvious pleasure at the begging and Daniel pressing himself against him again, Dylan still managed a (mostly) dignified albeit amused noise at the bite me comment. Never mind the fact that he planned on it, probably wouldn't be able to help himself once they were going in earnest even if he didn't take much in the way of blood. Just enough to make it good for Daniel. Just enough to make it good for himself with the taste of his pleasure under his tongue and his thoughts in his head.
Either way, that done, he pulled away a little, just enough to plant a hand on Daniel's chest and push him roughly backwards towards the wall. He followed a beat after that, and quickly, inhumanly so, there and then practically on top of Daniel in the span of a heartbeat. He leered down at him for a breath or two, eyes still dark, bloody, and then held up a hand, wincing faintly as his nails split, fell away, shards of bone pushing up from under them. Maybe he'd wait on finding out if he could give Daniel claws, among other things, but he could and would use everything he had at his disposal for himself.
He flexed his fingers once they'd come in, stopped growing, and then reached to lay a single fingertip, clawpoint over Daniel's heart. He held it there for a moment, and then he was dragging his finger down over Daniel's chest carefully, newly grown nails cutting through his shirt as if it were paper. It was easier, ruining his clothes than trying to get him out of them properly, he could always find something new later. And if he complained? Well, Dylan missed it, slicing a thin line across his chest as he finished before leaning in to press his mouth to the wound with a low, pleased sound as blood welled up in it. It wasn't a bite, but it would have the same effect.
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Either way, that done, he pulled away a little, just enough to plant a hand on Daniel's chest and push him roughly backwards towards the wall. He followed a beat after that, and quickly, inhumanly so, there and then practically on top of Daniel in the span of a heartbeat. He leered down at him for a breath or two, eyes still dark, bloody, and then held up a hand, wincing faintly as his nails split, fell away, shards of bone pushing up from under them. Maybe he'd wait on finding out if he could give Daniel claws, among other things, but he could and would use everything he had at his disposal for himself.
He flexed his fingers once they'd come in, stopped growing, and then reached to lay a single fingertip, clawpoint over Daniel's heart. He held it there for a moment, and then he was dragging his finger down over Daniel's chest carefully, newly grown nails cutting through his shirt as if it were paper. It was easier, ruining his clothes than trying to get him out of them properly, he could always find something new later. And if he complained? Well, Dylan missed it, slicing a thin line across his chest as he finished before leaning in to press his mouth to the wound with a low, pleased sound as blood welled up in it. It wasn't a bite, but it would have the same effect.