[Poggio]

Even with the fingers it was still felt as though a cold snake slithered down his back. The professor arched away from the counter and into the leeching body infront of him inadvertently getting a view of the stucco above them. Heat radiated from the suckling lips and the professor let out a soft melodic cry. Sticky fingers groped along the shoulder blades, grasping for something hold on to as the liquid pooled briefly before slipping into and around the dark crevice where his fiancee's fingers held. The professor took command of his voice though it still came out in shortened musical lengths. “Zo... Baby... The meat.”