Oh no, he's not. But he won't eat you if I tell him not to. [A beat.] I think.

[He flicked his tongue out to lap at the hot fluid from his lips, taking a moment to breath before returning his attention to the thick, slippery meat in his hands. Slowly, ever so slowly, he lifted it to his mouth. His breathing quickened and he hesitated there for a moment, lips parted before pressing the meat between them.

The heat of his mouth covered the thick meat, engulfing it in warmth and wetness. He choked and gasped, the effort almost too much. But there was no way he'd back down. He let it slip free, tongue flicking out to caress the now-heated meat. Catching his breath, he took it a little slower, tongue working over the steaming meat to ease it into his mouth a little easier. He held it there, resisting the urge for it, and bit.

Thick, creamy life juice dripped down his dry throat, easing his thirst and he uttered a pleased sound. It was almost comforting. He held the meat in his mouth for a moment, still working over it with his lips, tongue and jaw before swallowing. It took him a moment to recover, breathing coming harshly through his lips.]

I feel like I'm on fire inside.