[The twisting, constricting pull on his clothes elicits from Toby a low, growling groan against Abduxel's neck. Still pressing lips hard around the wound, Toby withdraws his teeth just enough that the demon's blood smoothly flows out in time with the pulsing of his heart. Then, he sucks at the wound, his tongue sometimes lapping and pressing at the punctures. His breathing slows, and Toby seems to relax as he feeds. The taste of Abduxel's blood seems even more delightful than Toby had remembered.]
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