[Citanul]

Malkov seemed content in leaning into the soft touches, gently moving in close to nuzzle against his mate. It had been far too long since they had this together, since he could feel at peace with himself. It would take him some time to adjust - it would take them both time to adjust - but he hoped it would all turn out in the end.

"Ready, and hungry. And you?" He asked softly.

[Rainbowfox Ari]

Dejar nodded a bit, and relaxed back, taking off his vest and shirt, folding them, and setting them aside. He put his arms at his side, and stilled his legs. He was ready for Malkov to feed.

His breathing was gentle as he relaxed into a state of complete calm. It was easier for Malkov to get a decent meal if his heart wasn't racing first.

[Citanul]

Malkov had to take a moment to calm himself, nuzzling up close to Dejar as he kissed his neck and pulled off his own shirt to unceremoniously drop it off the side of the bed. "I missed you so much." He murmured quietly into his skin, stroking his cheek with one hand.

Gently biting into his neck he began to drink as he curled in close. It had been far too long.... How could he have been without this for over a year?

[Rainbowfox Ari]

Of course, Dejar's heartbeat sped up considerably. He took in a slow, deep breath to calm himself, eyes closed, enjoying the feel of Malkov's fangs in his throat more than he would like to admit. He wrapped his arms around the other, and held him as close as he dared, stroking fingers that were slowly getting weaker through his hair, and trying not to tremble, although it was a natural response to the blood-loss.

"Love you, Mal." he murmured.

[Citanul]

Never daring to take too much Malkov stopped after a minute or two, gently licking the wound closed before he laid down and pulled Dejar close to him. Full and content now, hefelt much better than the nervous wreck he had been when first receiving the note.

"I love you too Dejar."

[Rainbowfox Ari]

Dejar eventually started to feel the blood-loss more acutely. His arms were still around Malkov, but it wasn't too terribly long before he drifted off, going semi-limp as he passed out. This was natural, though, and likely needed, if the circles around Dejar's eyes had been any indication to how much sleep he'd been getting.

As he drifted, he never once let go of Malkov, not even for a moment. He'd just gotten him back, and damned to hell if he was going to let him go NOW.