Being fed on is always a strange sensation and it always felt taboo that
Jackson always ended up half hard if not completely hard whenever Klaus fed
on him. He kept his hand gripping the others shoulder all the way through
but it got weaker the longer Klaus fed.
Jack’s head rested on the wall behind him, looking at Klaus. His eyes slide
from his eyes to his lips, watching as he wiped blood away from his lips
and Jackson has a look of hunger of his own.
“Shut up,” Jackson exhales, but he could tell without moving that he
definitely wouldn’t be able to walk, at least not on his own.
Oh, he knew what being fed on did to Jackson. Knew what it did to quite a few people that were fed on by him or his siblings. Though, that didn't mean they all managed to be nice about it. Sometimes, just sometimes, more pain than pleasure was involved. Or, you had people who pissed off his older brother, Elijah, and hearts were ripped out. That was fun to watch. Ruined his own fun, but he loved watching his brother work.
He gives a bit of a smirk before picking Jackson up in what most would consider a bridal carry," Surely, you're not going to object, love. It would give us quite a few looks as we walk through the French Quarter."
One of Jackson's arms wrapped around the back of the other's neck. He doesn't object even though he wanted to point out they could have just gotten to the compound first before Klaus fed. It mattered little. It wouldn't take Klaus long to get them there.
Instead of objecting, though, he reaches his free hand to up the other's chin and lean in to kiss him. He could taste his own blood there and it was a brief kiss but hungry for more.
He kisses Jackson back and hoists him up a bit more. Oh, he could've waited
until they got to compound to feed on Jackson, but that's not what he'd
wanted to do. Waiting would've driven the young Mikaelson a little crazy.
He does, however, give a bit of a smirk.
"Oh, I plan on it."
Which meant walking through the French Quarter while carrying Jackson.
There were probably eyes on them the whole entire way.
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Being fed on is always a strange sensation and it always felt taboo that Jackson always ended up half hard if not completely hard whenever Klaus fed on him. He kept his hand gripping the others shoulder all the way through but it got weaker the longer Klaus fed.
Jack’s head rested on the wall behind him, looking at Klaus. His eyes slide from his eyes to his lips, watching as he wiped blood away from his lips and Jackson has a look of hunger of his own.
“Shut up,” Jackson exhales, but he could tell without moving that he definitely wouldn’t be able to walk, at least not on his own.
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He gives a bit of a smirk before picking Jackson up in what most would consider a bridal carry," Surely, you're not going to object, love. It would give us quite a few looks as we walk through the French Quarter."
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Instead of objecting, though, he reaches his free hand to up the other's chin and lean in to kiss him. He could taste his own blood there and it was a brief kiss but hungry for more.
"Get on with it then, Couyon."
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He kisses Jackson back and hoists him up a bit more. Oh, he could've waited until they got to compound to feed on Jackson, but that's not what he'd wanted to do. Waiting would've driven the young Mikaelson a little crazy. He does, however, give a bit of a smirk.
"Oh, I plan on it."
Which meant walking through the French Quarter while carrying Jackson. There were probably eyes on them the whole entire way.
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"You could be going faster," Jackson mutters but he supposes that the other is taking his time on purpose really.