action;

[ He exhaled with a shudder, tried to force down the wave of his own hunger, and instead let Peter pull him closer, pressing his nose gently into the curve of the other man's throat, inhaling his scent. There was no way out of it, not really, and putting his own needs aside was difficult. It wasn't usual for him at all, overcoming his own will, because before Peter he'd never had any reason to keep himself from killing given the opportunity.

He opened his eyes again, staring at Peter's profile slightly above him, his own head on the couch to his left, spoke with a soft wonder: ]

What do you know? You can stop me from killing.