Ruoxi hung one of the Vampire's leg over his shoulder, his robes slipping down. He was impatient to continue their conversation, dissatisfaction brewing in his middle.
Cubi were polyamorous in nature but he couldn't in good faith keep his resolved imbalance a secret from Dulce. He also had no interest in anyone else, ignoring his mother's tries to get him to feed on energy from someone, anyone, worried about him.
Perhaps that might change in a few months or years but Ruoxi only knew how to live in the present… He lifted his gaze, a slight bulge poking his cheek.
Dulce's slender back was arched high enough to ruck up his dress shirt even further, most of his face out of view.
Ruoxi swallowed when the Vampire spilled down his tongue, feeling him go limp in his arms. The Vampire had fainted away anyway.
