|This post contains adult themes.|
So, without further ado, onto today's drabble...
WARNING: THE FOLLOWING WORK OF FICTION MAY CONTAIN ADULT THEMES AND LANGUAGE.
Breath on his neck, the lightest touch of fingers brushing the hair away, the gentle touch of lips against his skin; it is all a precursor to that for which he waits.
He wants the pain, revels in it as fangs slide into his willing flesh and light up his nerves. It never dulls, not even after years of faithful service and his body shakes with ecstasy.
"My beautiful boy," the words whisper in his ear as his master finishes; "what would I do without you?"
He has no reply as his master cradles him and kisses away the wound.
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