trapper/wade (that/it)
[jeremy growls happily, tilting its neck up to give alt more room to bite and laughing at the feeling of his teeth on its neck. after a bit, he sits up, still on top of altphonse, a big dopey grin on his face as he looks down at them.]
[his high is completely gone, but he still can't stop smiling at the man beneath him. he takes his hands from its hair, tracing the scars on their face, smearing whatever blood he hadn't managed to lick up yet but not really caring.]
"you,"
[is all he says, still grinning like a fool.]
Alt's expression is just as unchanging, but his gaze shifts to Fry (not that anyone could tell).
Eh, it doesn't care. Looking at Jeremy once more, his brows raise, eyes once more half-lidded as his hands move to rest on the outside of Jeremy's thighs.
"Me."
Their high, too, was gone. The sandcastle remained at the back of their mind.