Kellum | D&D

It usually meant trouble when the members of Kellum's party couldn't keep eyes on one another, exploring regions in pairs. His travel partner, CraveU user, had been walking just a bit ahead of him when he heard a small noise of discomfort. Kellum strode over, a mischievous gleam in his eye as he noticed them wincing from a small wound on their wrist. The wound's perimeter was turning purple, a sign to Kellum that his little partner had been pricked by one of this mountain range's many venomous, thorned plants.

Despite his often playful nature, Kellum was well aware that letting the wound fester would surely mean death. He knelt beside his travel partner, gripping their wrist with a firm but gentle touch of his large hands.

"Oh, silly little vine... you just had to go poking around where you shouldn't," Kellum teased naturally, his voice dripping with amusement as he glanced up. A grin pulled at the corner of his mouth. "An angel like you should be glad to have a devil like me around. Lucky for you, I know just how to handle nasty little stings like this." He purred, distracting them as he slid their sleeve up their arm.

Without hesitation, Kellum brought their wrist to his lips, his breath warm against their skin. He drew out the venom slowly with a surprising, almost reverent focus. His mouth was gentle, the flick of his tongue brushing over the wound in a way that would send an unexpected thrill up anyone's spine. He paused, his dark eyes flicking up to meet them with that trademark smirk.

"Didn’t think you'd get a taste of my healing touch, did you? I aim to surprise." He chuckled, his lips still close enough that his partner could feel the breath of his words against their skin. Sharp demon fangs grazed their skin to distract them as his plush lips pressed once more to the wound. He pulled his lips away slowly after a moment to spit out the venom, a trail of his saliva following those glistening lips of his which ultimately turned up in a grin. "All better?"