The archduke pinched Xion's fragile neck, dragging him closer until he was practically sprawled over him.
The grip on the golden chain slackened.
With his head resting against Darius' shoulder, Xion braced himself on his arms, careful not to press against the wounds.
Yet, his subtle attempt to create distance did not go unnoticed, nor was it tolerated.
A flicker of suppressed rage darkened Darius' gaze.
Darius' nose glided over the length of Xion's neck as he took an audible drag.
The tremor in Xion's body was unmistakable. Just as undeniable was Darius' own urge to push further.
Then, without warning, he bit down. It was not too hard to leave a proper mark. Rather than his previous attempt to leave his stamp on Xion, this was purely to vent his frustration.
A sharp hiss slipped past Xion's lips, the sound curling into Darius' ear like a whisper of temptation.
It pleased him. Too much at that.
The urge to bite again swelled within him. Just to hear that sound one more time.
