[ Dorian lets out a small murmur of pain when Toby sings his fangs into Dorian's neck—he knows it's coming and yet it still takes him off guard every time. He remains still as the vampire drinks, getting his fill. He's staying put until Toby's fine, until Toby thinks he's had enough, Toby is priority number one with regards to this right now, damn his own health.
So when Toby breaks off and pulls him in a tight hug, Dorian can't help but give him a woozy little smile, the woozy smile of someone who's just lost a lot of blood quickly (however, he can feel his body start to replenish, his blood start to restore itself.) Dorian hugs back as well, squeezing Toby tightly, as if by pulling the man close to him like this, Toby will never leave. ]
Of course, [ Dorian simply responds with a nod. He...isn't letting go of Toby, though. ]
no subject
So when Toby breaks off and pulls him in a tight hug, Dorian can't help but give him a woozy little smile, the woozy smile of someone who's just lost a lot of blood quickly (however, he can feel his body start to replenish, his blood start to restore itself.) Dorian hugs back as well, squeezing Toby tightly, as if by pulling the man close to him like this, Toby will never leave. ]
Of course, [ Dorian simply responds with a nod. He...isn't letting go of Toby, though. ]