[Is it supposed to be important for both people? Maybe he'll have to take that into consideration. The lives of demons and humans are vastly different, after all. If Basil had been a demon, this would have been more teeth, more tearing. Violence as passion, claws shredding skin to leave a mark on the other.
His human is far too delicate for that sort of thing. So maybe it's best to continue on this slow path, to draw out those quiet, stifled noises one by one. To coax him into relaxation and letting go of his worries.
He tries not to go too fast, to let his mouth linger on skin and to take what is so generously offered to him, but the fact remains that he is a demon. And this is slow. A hand moves to the hem of his shirt, gently tugging it upwards to remove it.]
I'm going to leave a mark on your neck. It might be tender later.
[And now.
At the very least he can tell him that before he sucks a bruise into the smaller boys neck, before he nips- not hard enough to break skin, but certainly break blood vessels, to make a large ruddy, dark purple mark. It'll be enough to quell the more violent inhibitions that a human certainly can't handle.]
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