[Lips part once more, and he leans in, slowly sliding his tongue over a splatter of red across the prince's breastplate. It's terribly wonderful, to debase himself and chase after the hunger and lust he has, not just the blood.
So he laves at cold metal, tracing over the shape of the armor as he cleans it away. It takes him down a bit lower, lapping away at his torso, chasing after every drop he can find. It leads Adrian to kneel before him, appropriately.
Carefully, his hand cups under Dimitri's knee, encouraging him to lift his leg and trust him to hold it, to let him work there too.]
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So he laves at cold metal, tracing over the shape of the armor as he cleans it away. It takes him down a bit lower, lapping away at his torso, chasing after every drop he can find. It leads Adrian to kneel before him, appropriately.
Carefully, his hand cups under Dimitri's knee, encouraging him to lift his leg and trust him to hold it, to let him work there too.]