[1x1] Assassin's Abode [Closed]

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[1x1] Assassin's Abode [Closed] - Angel Kimmi - 11-12-2014

<font size="4]Floor Plan[/font]

[1x1] Assassin's Abode [Closed] - Angel Kimmi - 11-22-2014

Day 1:
Weather: Clear / Time: 10pm

Saint came to visit and things are getting down and dirty in the underground garage.

[1x1] Assassin's Abode [Closed] - Angel Kimmi - 11-22-2014

<font color="#e6c519]From the outside it appeared to be a regular two-story house made of pale sandstone with a black roof, delicate pillars and intricate metal work that made it seem just a bit more expensive. It didn't bother Likèreal that it was surrounded by apartments and skyscrapers, to be honest he owned a penthouse apartment not too far away - but this is where he kept his collection.

It seemed modest and yet luxurious, but there were many hidden facets to this house. Within the garage there was a false wall that pulled aside with the press of a button, following it down a ramp would bring you into an underground car park that took up a fair amount of square footage beneath his house. Pillars came down to support the structure, similar to an industrial car park.

Within the room on the left hand side were all the items you'd expect to see at a mechanic shop. Spare tires and parts miraculously organised, with rows and filing systems of tiles and various bits and pieces. There was a car that appeared to be in the midst of getting rebuilt, a 69 Chevrolet Camaro convertible though the paint hadn't been redone yet it looked like it had been cherry red and white back in the day.

There was another car and motorcycle that looked like they were in the midst of refurbishments too, but of course, that wasn't all that was down there. On the right there were six cars some that were brand new convertibles mostly in reds and blacks including a Mercedes Benz, Porsche and Chevrolet Corvette. There were also quite a few motorcycles parked as well.

Likèreal was down in his garage, currently on wearing a pair of black jeans that sat low on his hips and black boots. Matched with it was a red t-shirt that stretched over the tight muscles of his chest and left his arms bare, except for the gloves that he wore on his hands. The long black hair was pulled back in a messy ponytail to keep it out of the way for the most part as he laid under the car on a metal creeper checking the wiring.[/font]

The wind tried to whip at his hair—tried. But, he’d been smart enough to wind the length of it in a leather banding that fell to his waist. Still, the bells woven into the length of it chimed as bits of it came undone around his ears and temple; little strands that refused to be tamed.

The engine revved under him, rumbled between his thighs, as he sped up once the light changed from red to green. The black goggles on his face kept his eyes from drying out, but there sat no helmet atop his head. Truly, not like the bastard would need it; but, maybe he liked to tempt death a little too much. Maybe.

The 1969 BMW R69S prowled like the vintage beast it was; all combustion and beast. It wasn’t quite a big as some of the newer models, but it suited him just fine. Got from point A to point B, growling the whole while in the night air as it coiled around him like a swath.

The moon was high, half covered in black. He’d never been motivated by the fullness of it, or lack thereof; though, he imagined what wandering garou were about were itching for the more fullness it proclaimed from time to time. Not that he cared right then. Not with the rock music blaring in his ears from the earbuds he donned.

He stopped the bike rather suddenly, booted feet resting against the ground to steady it as he looked up at the house. Mismatched hues of emerald and sapphire, icen in shade, were curious if he had the right one. The number looked right.

He drew the bike up and got off in the garage, propping the kickstand with a swift motion that happen in the same instance. For moment, he wondered if he had come to the wrong place; however, then he remember the button Likereal had mentioned him. He hit it and followed the ramp downward.

Hands reached up and tugged the goggles down to hang about his neck, ear buds too, to half resting on the forest green shirt with an unbuttoned neckline to reveal a hint of his hard chest. Sleeves were drawn up to his elbows, which he adjusted further before digging his hands into the pockets of his jeans; jeaned that were covered in black leather chaps.

He gave a grin as he looked about, wandering closer to the man under the car lying on a mechanic’s creeper. “Sexy beast,” he purred, only half referring to the car he was under—the Camero. It was nice too, all slick curves and angular edges.

He took a seat on Aya, his bottom pressing into his crotch while his legs bent and his booted feet pressed flat on the concrete floor. He let his elbows rest on his knees even as the creeper rolled under them both with the movement.

“Transmission trouble?” he asked, eyeing the space of flesh on his abdomen that was revealed between the red shirt he wore that was riding up and the jeans.

<font color="#e6c519]Likèreal had left the garage door open for Saint, knowing that it was likely he wouldn't hear the doorbell beneath the car he was working on. It was for that very reason that he'd provided the vampire all the knowledge necessary to slip his way into his garage unaided. Well that, and he trusted Saint.

The first sign that Saint had arrived was the soft rumble as the stone wall slid open, opening up the path between his visible garage and his underground car park. The second sign that he was there were the soft jingle of bells. How he loved the other male's long inky strands and the tiny bells that he wove through them. Most would think it too feminine, too strange...but it worked so well with Saint and Likèreal loved the soft chimes.

Once he was inside the Fallen slipped one hand into his pocket and pressed a button - closing the gate that connected to the iron work fence that surrounded the property. Moments later he made a soft sound of surprise as the creeper shifted slightly under the additional weight and he arched slightly beneath the body that settled against his.

Only instinct stopped him from hitting his head on the car above him.

Hands shifting up automatically to slide over thighs covered in denim and leather. Smoothed along Saint's thighs and he groaned quietly in enjoyment as the bottom pressed into a certain part of his anatomy that came to attention quite quickly. Saint was so good at distracting him. That voice like dark velvet against his senses and he hummed quietly, "Mm...I have been rebuilding the engine."

He slid the creeper back so that he was free from being under the car which showed a few smudges of grease, oil and dirt on the tanned skin from an evening of mechanics. Once clear the golden eyes slid over the forest green shirt and the expanse of smooth milky skin and the tight fitting jeans and chaps, "Mm...mi noche you are teasing me already and you only just arrived? Though I must say...you look very handsome this evening, as always. Is your vehicle inside?"[/font]

[1x1] Assassin's Abode [Closed] - Angel Kimmi - 11-22-2014

He grinned at the way he startled him; not because he didn’t know he was there, but because he hadn’t expected him to drop right into his lap like the wicked vampire he was. When he’d renamed himself he could have called himself Sin. That might have been more appropriate than Saint—probably. But there was a certain irony in calling himself Saint; a certain irony that appealed to the Victorian man in him as well as the deviant.

He raised a brow as he talked about rebuilding the engine. Fuckin’ hot, that was. There was just something so damned sexy about a man half covered in grease and sweat, elbows half slicked in oil while he worked with his hands on something hard, metal, loud, and angry. There was just something so much hotter about that than a bitch with tits laying out on the hood with a thong on in some naughty calendar.

Ah damn… didn’t take much to get him going, did it? Damned breeze could go on by and he’d probably sportin’ a cockstand. Seemed like a perpetual state for him—always in need of release, or making others find release.

Those hands felt good on his thighs, even on top of two layers of clothing—jeans and leather. Aya seemed so much warmer than he did. If there were a temperature gauge on people Seri would be cold, he’d be somewhere in the middle, and Aya would be at the top of that.

He dropped a hand to the other man’s abdomen, slipping his hand under the hem of the red t-shirt so he could lay it flat there… write a few patterns with his fingers. So soft… hard… mmm…

By then the other man was moving the creeper with them both on it and he caught his gaze as Aya accused him. He gave him a sultry look as he shifted his bottom—entirely on purpose. Almost a wiggle, but not quite. Ah, his night… he liked that. Always would. Sounded like sex and sin on a stick, Aya’s nickname for him—pet name.

“Yeah, beast of a BMW’s inside,” he told him, still tracing patterns on his stomach. He gave a tug at the band of his jeans, hooking one finger and pulling once before letting it snap back. It was an almost idle motion; as if part of his very nature was trying to say he didn’t want anything on him—his Fallen lover.

Hmm… would he let him take him tonight? They’d talked about him tying him up before… teasing him for a time… making him ache. He felt in the mood to be taken, to beg a little—to bottom. His Aya was looking especially masculine tonight. His gaze shifted to the car Likereal had been under.

“Camaro would look better with suicide doors,” he told him idly, dropping back so his hands were behind him on the smooth concrete floor. His hair chimed, the bits of it that was loose around his face and not wrapped up in the leather banding dangling in the air at the angle he put his body in. “Take some modification though…”

<font color="#e6c519]He caught sight of the laughing gaze and knew Saint was aware he'd narrowly missed hitting his head and giving himself a damn concussion. That would have been interesting. His thoughts slipping into imagining Saint playing nurse - there was a side of Saint that could be gentle and caring. He just wasn't sure how long it would be before they decided the injury was minor and they proceeded to having sex instead.

Perhaps he wasn't giving his lover enough credit… or perhaps he was on the mark. With his track record it was possible that they would find out at some point Likèreal thought with mild amusement as he gazed up at the male.

Dark lashes swept downwards, a soft hum of pleasure slipping from the Fallen's lips as the hand that settled against his skin causing a slight shiver to skitter down his spine. He stilled mildly beneath the digits as they danced and traced over his skin, enjoying the ticklish movement. The difference in their body temperatures enjoyable after getting sweaty over the engine - who needed a cool shower or a fan when they had Saint.

He was far more attractive and enjoyable company…whilst being both temptation and sin, one that he had no intention of resisting in the slightest. As the said temptation started rubbing his very attractive bottom into his crotch Likèreal’s eyes opened once more to catch sight of a look that made him contemplate dragging him to bed.

Especially considering the way Saint tugged and toyed with the band of his jeans. He wondered if he was finding fault with the clothing or just wanted more access to what was beneath though at the admission that the vehicle was inside he pressed another two buttons on the remote, causing the outside garage door to fold back down, before the false door slid back into place. Effectively sealing his garage off from strangers.

Likèreal saw something in the dual orbs of jade and cyan when he talked about rebuilding the engine. It made him curious if perhaps Saint had an interest in cars or mechanics, honestly it was something he dabbled in. Something he had learned over the many years to keep him busy as much as it was a joy and a pleasure.

“Mm…do you find fault with my clothes Saint? You keep toying with them and sliding under them,” He teased as one hand moved behind him to the floor and he propped himself up, his other moving up along Saint’s hip before reaching up to the dark strands. Fingers sliding across inky strands before lightly tapping a silver bell. “You are right, they would look good and would probably be very handy for my line of work.”[/font]

Mismatches hues clicked from the car to Aya’s amber gaze as he sat up, rocking the creeper they were on in the process. The Fallen would have to note the way it made Saint’s bottom rock over his crotch. The vampire found himself thinking about what else they could do on the creeper before it broke under their weight. Naughty things; filthy things. Things that made the vampire cry in want, beg for more…

His eyes held as he spoke and flicked a bell of tiny silver hanging from his hair, woven into the straight silky strands. Some were shorter in the front than in the back, half covering his eyes and not. More like a veil of separating abyssal ebony.

“Well, they’re not very helpful for cover when someone’s tryin’ to fill ya full of hot metal from the front,” he allowed. “Not unless they’re trying to hit ya from the back. But, s’lot easier to get out when ya need to.

“An’ clothes are jus’ a tease, Aya. If everyone was naked all the time it wouldn’t be half as much fun—prolly. Though, Ruka tells me the girls don’ wear tops from where she comes from. Tits everywhere and real shear stuff.

“I’d be hard all the time.” He snorted, grinning. He wondered how far he’d have to push Aya before he took him. Just what he’d have to do to make the Fallen bind his wrists so he could make his dick hurt before he came, make his back arch while he pulled on the bindings, make his eyes roll back in head and pant with want to come finally.

Yeah, he was in that kind of mood. Probably because the man under him had been working on a beast of a car that made him seem that much more… pure male.

Ah… what to do…

He moved his hand back down to band of his pants, plucking it once more—again to undo the button of his jeans. He pulled the zipper down just far enough, eyes still focused on Aya’s. His fingers slipped in and just barely toyed with the brush of hair there.

“Howdya want me, Aya? Bent over the hood, wrists bound? Ya didn’ call me over just to look at what’s under the hood… didja?”

<font color="#e6c519]"Well I was thinking of attaching them to the roof, it'd be handy to be able to dive into a car without opening doors, I might be able to rig them so I can do that by remote. Not that I plan to be getting into car chases," he hummed quietly fingertips continued to trace and toy with a few silver bells he could reach within the bound ebony strands.

He loved Saint's hair and the soft chimes that came from the bells. Likèreal paused at the sudden shifting, damn but Saint had a nice ass. It was very distracting the way it rocked and shifted against the front of his pants, teasing him. His body wasn't immune either. His cock was already stiffening within the tight fabric of his jeans.

Still his thoughts were as much on the talk of the car as it was on Saint's body and what he would do to him if he kept squirming and rubbing like that. The Fallen hadn't forgotten his promise of retribution during their first time, it just hadn't come up again since.

"Well it's probably just as well you aren't in a world like that you'd be more insatiable than you are now...if that was possible. Plus taking clothes off is part of the fun...like opening a present," Likèreal purred quietly in teasing amusement golden eyes focusing into dual coloured orbs before finally sliding down. To see what Saint was doing with his clothing again this time.

Oh he wanted the vampire very much, always did, but sometimes it was nice to tease.

He glanced up from Saint's handy work, a sound of enjoyment as fingers brushed over his skin. His expression seemed honest and mildly surprised at the question, he seemed to ponder it for a moment before finally saying. "Yes to show off my cars and enjoy your company. Why? Was there something else you wanted to do tonight?"[/font]

[1x1] Assassin's Abode [Closed] - Angel Kimmi - 11-22-2014

Aya could never stop touching him once he got his hands on him, the damn minx. Not that he blamed him. Saint loved the attention as much as a cat with an uninterested victim did. But, he liked that too—when certain people who he knew wanted him pushed away from him, blushing and unsure. In Setrin’s case it was only a matter of time before he jumped the Fire Bird. But, Setrin wasn’t here right now. Aya was. And so this man was the focus of all of his attention.

He did well to smirk, lips parting just enough to show one fang—one of two that would be giving the Fallen just the right amount of pleasure in just the right places with The Kiss if he let him.

He wanted to purr and arch into his touch, close his eyes and surrender; he did. Badly. But, he resisted. He could if he wanted to; though it was hard to fight his nature he was utterly capable of it. Instead, he held the other man’s gaze as he brushed the curls just below his abdomen, fingers just barely caressing the top base of him… nails scraping.

Mostly he resisted because he didn’t want to give in just yet when Aya was teasing him with words, playing one right off for a damned other. He knew what he meant; bastard wanted it just as much as he did. But, half the fun of being a masochist half the time was in knowing how to pluck the right strings to get just what you wanted from a dominant.

Aya had it in him, he knew. And Saint didn’t mind being the one to show him how to be soft and hard at the same time.

“Well… if that’s all ya want…” he murmured with a gleam in his eyes as he pulled his hand away and shifted forward so all of his weight was on his feet. He lifted himself just enough to move his bottom off of his crotch before he began to move away.

<font color="#e6c519]Likèreal saw the flash of white teeth and he continued to hold the dual-coloured gaze, even as his stomach muscles tensed slightly beneath the brush of fingers. Unable to help the automatic response to digits that brushed over his cock feather light mixed with the scrape of nails, which caused him to inhale audibly in response.

He couldn’t deny that he liked to touch. Sometimes it was absent, other times purposefully… but some people drew him more than others. Saint was one of those people. It didn’t even have to be sensual, something as simple as a brush of fingers across his waist or through his hair as he passed or toying with his hair.

Perhaps it was Vampire pheromones.

It also helped that Saint liked it. It also made him all the more difficult to resist touching when he was prone to planting himself in his lap or sprawl over him. Not that he’d ever complain about that…

Of course…he also liked it when Saint touched him.

Attention snapped back into focus as Saint pulled his hand away before starting to move onto his feet and from his lap. Take him at his word outwardly while forcing him into admitting what it was he really wanted – calling his bluff.

Likèreal rocked upwards, moving to his own feet while being careful not to end up on his ass since he was still perched on the creeper. Taking a few quick steps forward, Likèreal’s arms wrapping around the other male before he tugged Saint back against him forcibly. “Hmm…and just where do you think you’re going Saint? I don’t believe I said you could leave yet.”

He smiled against the inky strands, pressing his own body tightly against the other male while rubbing against his perfectly shaped bottom. The one that had been teasing him. “Such a tease Saint...you know naughty lover’s get punished, don't you?”[/font]

There was no look of surprise with the other man snapped his eyes to Saint’s, nor any real shock when he all but bolted to his feet; if anything, his smirk broadened to a smile. This was especially so when Aya took his ass in his grip and all but embraced him. He felt a warm dance of heat run down his spine at those words spoken into his hair. Most of it was wrapped in a long leather banding, falling waist length in a braid. But, the bits around his cheeks and brow were not long enough. And those, woven with silver bells no bigger than perhaps the ball on an ear gauge, chimed with the motion.

They weren’t going to fall, though they might have if Saint had been serious and not expecting this reaction from his lover. He could have let them both fall if he wanted. He could have. But, instead, he reacted naturally as one could not wanting to give in quite yet; his hands settled on Aya’s hips lightly. It was just enough to grip harder should they slip, but light enough that he’d barely feel him there under a layer of jeans that would dare slide down with any more motion.

He had unbuttoned and unzipped them after all.

He was almost grinning as his eye remained half hooded, cheek and nose whispering into Likereal’s strands simply because of the position the other man had put them in.

He always smelled so damn good.

“’M not sure, but I don’ think ‘enjoyin’’ my company entails ya gropin’…” He said rather matter-o-factly, once again playing the game his lover had begun. “Naughty? ‘M not teasin’…” He chuckled into his hair, still not enforcing his own touch and remaining physically impassive… well… aside from the thick rod in his pants. Nothing he could do much about that. “’Ow’ve I been naughty, ‘m?”

Just barely he once again moved to slip away from his embrace, wondering if what Aya would do when presented with being the cat in their game of chase.

<font color="#e6c519]Falling didn’t cross the male’s mind, though he wasn’t afraid of falling. The both of them were made of sturdier things for it to do much damage.

Likèreal knew that Saint could read him, that he likely knew exactly what he’d do…what it was that he did to him. The brat, he thought, though without any real irritation. The quiet trill of bells in the silence as he held him close. The vampire was incorrigible, he was also irresistible temptation. But then the truth was that Likèreal didn’t want to resist.

As hands settled lightly on his hips he became more aware that the fabric was hovering dangerously on his hips and could slide down at any moment. Of course, that might be a deterrent to any other or an embarrassment, but not to Likèreal. They were not in public, let them fall.

Tickling the flesh with both words and heated breath that caused the inky strands to shift against his ear. Amusement glimmered in the golden eyes at Saint’s words, the matter of fact way that he used his own words against him. “I think enjoying your company includes groping…enjoying your company can involve doing many, many things to you. Enjoyment is the common element mi noche,” he purred softly.

As the other male moved to slip away from him he let his hands drop, taking the opportunity to do his zipper back up part way to save himself. While he had no problem with them dropping - he did have a problem with ending up flat on his face because of it.

“Not teasing me? I stand corrected then my dear Saint,” he said as he approached, his fingers smoothing from the other male’s scalp and down along the braid. Before returning to lightly rub his fingertips into his scalp while not touching the rest of him, “Do you want to see the cars or should we retire inside? I can give you a tour...though I would enjoy your company just fine if you’d sit in my lap and purr for me.”
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[1x1] Assassin's Abode [Closed] - Angel Kimmi - 11-22-2014

A touch, a nudge, a push, and caress—a dance. That’s what it reminded him of. All very subtle. Was that what Aya liked? Something less direct? That was more Ruka’s way, as far as he knew. Though, her double entendres were usually so fucking smooth most people couldn’t tell she was saying two things at once. Not his style, but he could appreciate it. Saint like the direct approach when the moment was right. But, Aya seemed to be enjoying the little tango the Fallen had begun. He knew how to play, just hadn’t done so since he was about 22 or so; the years got fuzzy after the first fifty.

It was again hard for him to resist purring, to resist shutting his eyes, and to lull into the ministrations Aya scratched into his scalp. He bit his tongue—quite literally, using the pain to stay a natural reaction he rarely never gave into. Instead, he kept that same half smile that was a cross between an almost grin and a smirk; he kept his gaze locked on the other man’s ambered orbs. It didn’t go beyond his notice that he’d pulled the zipper back up; and while it was done simply to keep them from falling off so he wouldn’t trip, the action only made the vampire want to pull them off. For Saint, it was like telling a kid not to touch a button and them leaving them along with said button. His hands itched with it; so, to keep from giving in too much, he let them rest on Aya’s waist. It was just in such a way that the shirt he wore slid up so skin touched skin.

Much better.

Still, he considered what his lover had said in response. The latter thing he’d said, the Fallen, wasn’t so much of a concern. But, like a cat with a ball of yard, he leapt on the former. “And what would ya do to me, Aya? Hm..?

“What,” he emphasized with his voice just a hint more cultured than usual, as if to make it all more poignant, “would you want to do to me?”

<font color="#e6c519]Likèreal was perhaps being a tad subtle, though he wasn’t always. Still the double meaning within his words brought him amusement, and in a strange way Saint seemed almost feline at such times. He’d suit a cat. Though his feline presence was amplified by the fact that his vampire lover tended to purr and make the most interesting noises from time to time. Noises that he was purposefully refusing to make tonight it seemed.

He continued to lightly scratch and rub his fingertips into the inky strands and against his scalp with an amused smile, even as he met the dual gaze of emerald and sapphire. Saint was beautiful, it was the word that sprung to mind as he admired the male in front of him, though his attraction was as much personality as physical.

Things were never boring, never too quiet when Saint was around.

The Fallen was unaware that his actions created an instinctive desire to strip him in Saint, though he wouldn’t complain in the least. However, he was aware of the fact that Saint wanted to touch him despite his admirable self-control when cool fingers settled against the flesh of his waist.

Likèreal didn’t mention it, instead he just quietly hummed in enjoyment from the touch though his lips curved into a smile. He dipped his head, tongue flicking out across the curve of his ear before whispering against the sensitive flesh, “What wouldn’t I want to do…isn’t that the better question?”

His hands slid down the other male’s back and he tugged him closer once more, thumbs curling beneath the bands of the back of Saint’s pants to lightly brush teasingly over sensitive flesh. “I always want to touch you and kiss you…it’s almost sinful just how tempting you are,” his voice like velvet as he nipped at his ear, “I had planned more than a rendezvous to ravish you…but you make it all seem so much less important.”[/font]

Resisting was not something he did unless he was teasing himself to get a better nut. Or, if the party in question rebuffed his advances; it didn’t happen often, but some people just didn’t like his brand of fuckin. Some people just didn’t think he was their type. Sometimes he wasn’t. Though, Saint rarely met a personality he couldn’t stroke the right way to get what he wanted, to give someone what they wanted. It happened, and those were likely the only times he pulled himself away… naturally to find more receptive pastures.

Everyone was different, right? He wanted to see what Aya would do if he gave the reins over a bit, if he pulled against his own nature. Would it turn the Fallen on to chase him a bit? After all, Saint wasn’t alien to holding back, not entirely. He just wasn’t accustomed to pushing back the desire to purr, to move his body in the direction of another’s caress; he wasn’t used to pulling back on the very nature his Beast was overtly inclined to, as she inclined him to.

But, he couldn’t quite hold back the way he gasped when that careful tongue slid along his ear. His eyes shut with it and the grip on Aya’s waist immediately snapped tighter; his nails just barely bit into skin as he exhaled and his body shuddered once with the whisper of his breath—his words. The combination of such promises with the wet of his mouth, the nip of his teeth, and he felt a little dizzy with it as he allowed himself to be—even so, all of that shot a bolt straight to his cock.

Still, his body flexed noticeably as he still refused to purr; his Beast was having a field day, half cursing him and half laughing at him.

“…Ya make it… sound like it’s… m’fault,” he managed softly, wondering what he’d do next.

[1x1] Assassin's Abode [Closed] - Angel Kimmi - 11-22-2014

<font color="#e6c519]Likèreal enjoyed the sound of the quiet gasp from the male within his arms and the way that his grip increased. Nails that dug lightly into his tanned skin as the slender form within his grasp shuddered ever so slightly. Thumbs slid over the cool skin and beneath fabric, sliding teasingly over his lower back and lower still to the curve of the firm cheeks.

“Oh but it is… you are just too irresistible for your own good,” he teased as he tugged the vampire ever closer, their hips slotting together as the slightly calloused thumb pads teasingly sweeping lower the longer that he held him. His lips captured one of Saint’s earlobes and suckled on it before nipping once more, releasing it finally then, “I want…to do so many things to you.”

Honeyed eyes were teasing and yet he was serious. Saint always made him want so many things when it came to him, not all of them sensual. If there was a wall nearby he would have pinned Saint between him and the wall, but there wasn’t. Instead he slowly pressed him back closer to the car using that opportunity to grind and press against his lover as they moved back towards the car he’d been working on, the need to pin him against something was strong.

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you mi noche?” He purred quietly as he gazed at him with a smile on his lips before his gaze slid downwards to Saint’s lips. His own tongue slid out, wetting his own lips in a very deliberate way.[/font]

“Fuck…” he breathed raggedly as he captured his ear again, as his tongue rolled over it and around it. The action once against shot another stream of heat to his cock. He took a breath in, dizzy and leg almost unsteady as he let the Fallen take control. They’d been ferocious before; Saint had been. The vampire had taken and pushed in their last bout of lovemaking; he’d cajoled and pushed and pushed and pushed until they’d both been high and spent on one another. This time… yeah, it was nice. He wanted more. Anything Aya would dish out he’d take. Somehow this passive-aggressive side of his lover felt fuckin’ hotter than the whimpering, whining, shaking man who’d been bent to his will at the cathedral.

He almost sounded desperate with it, that first admission whispered against his neck and ear. But, the second admission was nothing if not carefully collected calm—desire he’d constructed with a veil Saint knew all too well; after all, he’d mastered the same game.

He let Aya move him until his bottom pressed up against the Camaro, the front side of it. The hood was behind him. His back just barely arched without a solid force right there. And he found one hand grasping for purchase on the red metal surface as Aya pulled back, looked at him with mischievous and aggressive hues of amber that edged on something more to come.

His own depths were still half hooded as they drew down to the tongue that slipped out to wet his lips—Aya’s. “What would I like…?” he asked evasively, breathlessly as he continued to fight that urge to tell the other man exactly what he wanted him to do to him.

<font color="#e6c519]Likèreal smiled slightly at the explicit that came from Saint. He was watching his lover quite carefully, his fingers tightening slightly on the other male’s bottom through the fabric when he thought he might stumble. Of course the other male caught himself before it came to that, though, the idea of sweeping him off his feet wasn’t a particularly bad one. Perhaps later.

He loved the taste of him, the feel of him within his arms. He also enjoyed teasing the vampire, not giving Saint what it was that he obviously wanted from him. It was a game he was finding particularly intoxicating.

He liked that breathless tone very much…

“You know what you’d like Kitten…” Likèreal purred quietly not falling into the question as Saint came up against the hood of the car. His thumbs slipped from beneath the fabric, hands sliding up along his spine as Likèreal leaned forward. Supporting the other male’s back as he forced him to bend and settle against the cool metal of the sports car.

He nudged his legs apart using his knee. His elbows came to rest on either side of Saint on the metal, caging him in as he slid between them snugly. His body arching over him, pressing against him in the right places without settling fully on him. One hand slid downwards, over his shirt before slipping underneath it, nails scratching along his side enough to leave pink marks behind, “Unless…you don’t want anything in particular?”[/font]

He let the other male bend him back over the hood more so. Saint’s hand slipped under him as he laid him back on it, cool metal pressing through the green fabric of his henley. In the process his booted feet came up off of the floor and dangled there to either side of Aya; and with that, he became more acutely aware of that hard rod of his pressing just so against his own. It made him want to moan with it. Instead, those same booted feet pressed into the side of the car and he involuntarily jerked his hips against Aya’s.

His nails dug into the metal under him, eyes shut and another gasp leaving him as he spoke. But, once those nails raked down his side his hips jerked again and he cried out, barely there purr leaving him before he could stop it completely. But he did, just barely if even not entirely. Gods… such a tease… that pain.

At the same time his hands flew to his shoulders, settling and gripping. He swallowed hard, adam’s apple bobbing as he exhaled once more, sound escaping then barely wrapped in something akin to a whine of want for more.

“…Gonna make me tell you?” he asked, the sound begging as his nails bit into the fabric covering his shoulders.

No… he didn’t mind this at all.

[1x1] Assassin's Abode [Closed] - Angel Kimmi - 11-22-2014

<font color="#e6c519]Likèreal made a quiet hum of pleasure and appreciation as Saint complied with his silent demands, though it picked up a notch when those hips jerked and rocked up against his own. Now this…this was what he wanted, these small signs that Saint wanted him despite his denial to show it. That Saint couldn’t completely supress them all, including the fact that there was a particularly hard rod currently pressed against his own.

He anticipated that response. He remembered the way that Saint responded at the times his nails dug and raked across the hard planes of his back within the thrall of euphoria. As Saint gasped and his hips jerked against him, that whisper of a purr. They pulled a quiet sound from Likèreal, almost a groan.

As the hands settled onto his shoulders and gripped his shoulders that were bare, slick with sweat and smudges of grease and oil. His hand lightly smoothed back down his side before settling onto one of his hips, moving towards his leg he guided it around to link around him. It wasn’t forced, only the quiet reminder that he could wrap them around him.

“Don’t you want to tell me?” Likèreal queried softly as his gaze dipped down to the movement of his throat as he swallowed, another soft sound slipping from Saint. He nipped and tugged lightly at Saint’s bottom lip, before sucking on it and finally releasing it. “Tell me so that I can give you what you want and need. Don’t you crave more of me?”

Moving his head he trailed his tongue along his throat, following the dip and swell before capturing his skin between his teeth. He sucked on his throat with the intention of leaving a love bite behind, any mark would be visible sharply against his pale skin.[/font]

He felt his legs being lifted and he adjusted one so that it hooked just barely, given their position, around the other man’s calf. Next, he heard him speaking again just before he took his bottom lip between his teeth and sucked—nipped. Another question and then the other man’s mouth was on his throat, his tongue; Saint jerked again as he bit and licked a path of heat along the skin. His head tilted back, offering more as his grasp tightened on his shoulders. This time he couldn’t help the way his body flexed, the way his nails pierced the skin on Aya’s shoulders painfully, nor could he help the way the rumbled growl of a purr escaped his open mouth like a symphony of sounds that echoed in the basement-garage.

It was loud, louder still because of how much he’d repressed and because it was his damned neck. Aya knew how much of a hotspot it was and the vampire didn’t mind a fuckin’ bit. Given enough teasing, sucking, and nipping on that area, along with some serious clothes-on griding, there was a good chance the Fallen could make him come just by that alone right in his the denim he was wearing.

Not that he’d mind… really.

Still, his body heaved with it as he clung to the other man, as he felt and smelled the ambrosia pressing into his fingers from where he’s cut into him. His nostrils flared with it and his dick ached with it because what he was.

Nature was something he liked to fight—like this, for how it made him feel.

“Fuck…” he bit off, sounding almost angry with need, “don’t goddamned pussyfoot if your gonna do it,” he went on, voice strained and gasping as he responded to the question of what Aya wondered that he wanted, “jus’ fuckin’ bite me.”

<font color="#e6c519]His teeth left indentations in the milky flesh as he suckled on the flesh, planning on leaving a love bite behind – a mark of red against the pale arch. A soft hum of enjoyment coming from Likèreal when Saint jerked and flexed beneath him, an instinctive movement no doubt considering the other male’s restraint. Still the Fallen was enjoying himself. The taste of him and the firm supple flesh pinned between himself and cold steel.

It was true, he was teasing Saint with his body and his refusal to tell him what it was that he wanted. But it was such an ambiguous question – there were too many things he wanted ever shifting in importance.

“Ah…” he hissed quietly as he released his neck, his tongue swiping across the indents his teeth had left behind. He enjoyed the sounds that mingled with his own and echoed through the garage. The rumbling purr that was pulled forcibly from Saint. Even as the vampire clung to him Likèreal exhaled sharply, a low sound of discomfort as nails pierced his skin and crimson beaded beneath the nails, in time droplets would slide over his skin and stain his t-shirt. But the shirt didn’t really matter.

Golden eyes glittered softly at the words drawn from Saint. Arms slid back in place, elbows against the cool metal as arms curled beneath the other male’s arms. Fingers digging into his shoulders through the deep green shirt. “I don’t have teeth made for piercing your skin though mi noche,” he murmured quietly against his neck. “But…I suppose I could try, if you insist…”

Likèreal was both serious and yet teasing, though he couldn’t remember the last time someone had actually asked him to bite them. Teasing bites and nips was one thing, but to draw blood was something different. But then Saint was a vampire. He used more force to hold the other male down against the metal then as his mouth opened around the side of his neck, quite close to where he’d been previously nibbling and sucking.

He used suction to keep the flesh in his mouth, though he only used one side of his mouth to bring his teeth down on the pale flesh. His other teeth digging into the flesh keeping it in place as his left canine dug deeper with more pressure.[/font]

[1x1] Assassin's Abode [Closed] - Angel Kimmi - 11-22-2014

He shuddered as Aya spoke against his neck, as he pressed down on him further to keep him from moving. His body quaked with the slow anticipation of what the Fallen would do to him, of how he would make him feel. He loved it all though, every range on the pleasure pain scale. Hard, soft, really fucking hard, bleeding, biting, tearing. While there were some things he just wouldn’t do… there was much more he really would. So much more he wanted to explore with Aya. His natural inclination was to be pushy; he wanted to take Aya. But, holding back and letting the other man do what he willed made him harder, hornier, and would make them both come harder later.

He didn’t have to draw blood; he just… he needed… fuck!

His body jerked all at once as the other man bit down. His body curled, or tried to, against Aya’s. His head lifted off the car and his hands left the Fallen’s shoulders for fear of hurting him. Fists slammed down onto the metal hood, metal breaking and denting under his strength. His finger dug into the red, clawing and popping through. He dug back with them, shredding it all in his wake while his voice cried out in something of a roar that sounded off into a whine of want.

He couldn’t pushed up, thankful in the back of his mind for the way the other man forced him back down even as he ground into him. His whole body sought release, wanting more. Fuck. More. It wasn’t enough. Not even his teeth… he wanted.

“..Fuck… I want…” he cried out, straining both physically and mentally, even as his head dropped back on the hood with a bang. His body shook and his damned cock wanted more attention than the grinding offered, his skin wanted more contact that pressing up against the other man futilely offered.

<font color="#e6c519]He estimated the other male’s strength and used his body to keep him in place as his fingers dug into his shoulders and upper arms. Keeping him in place as Saint jerked and tried to curl against him. Likèreal estimated the other male’s strength, his fingers tightening around Saint’s upper arms as his teeth dug into the pale skin.

Likèreal felt the shudder that rippled through Saint and he hummed softly in pleasure. He liked the way that the other male responded, would have enjoyed it even more if there were further whimpers and whines…and if he was currently embedded into the sweet body beneath him. The hard length once more constricted by his pants pulsed and throbbed at the thought, reminding him of what he really wanted to do to Saint.

The Fallen was only dimly aware of the sound of crushing metal, breaking and denting under Saint’s fists. The sound of it tearing beneath nails and fingers, it was drowned out by the vampire’s cries as well as his own desires. Just as well, because later when Likèreal realised what had happened to his precious car, there would be tears.

Likèreal released the pale skin, licking softly at the skin before he moved away from his neck. There were marks that might bruise given the chance. After Saint cried out he moved one of his legs upwards, resting against the body of the car as he used his knee to rub and grind between Saint’s. Pressing up against sensitive flesh, resisting the overwhelming urge to just strip him off and fuck him until he couldn’t walk.

“You want?” He queried as fingers slowly released one of his shoulders and skimmed down his side. Soft this time, caressing and then sliding between them in order to gently rub along the front of his pants. “Come on Saint, tell me what you want and I’ll make it all better,” he coaxed in a soft velvety voice as he continued rubbing. “Touch you where you want it and make you feel good.”[/font]

When the other man released his neck he not only gasped, but whined loudly. The lack of pressure left him feeling bereft and disjointed. It left him wanting more of those teeth while Aya’s cock drove into him. He found his mismatched hues opening and looking upward at the concrete ceiling as Aya spoke, as he pressed his leg into his crotch and rubbed.

Another gasp; another body flex; fingers dug again, but didn’t rip metal; eyes fluttered shut.

He didn’t need to breathe; he didn’t. and yet, his chest heaved with the desire for oxygen. It rose and fell in a noticeable manner than he felt no inclination to resist. This only got worse as the other man continued to tease him with his words, with his hands.

Gentle fingers… he could feel those; they writ a scorching heat into him as they whispered over the obvious hard length painfully pressing into his jeans. Like before, his body flexed; fibrous muscle along his abdomen became more pronounced. The pale skin was bare from when Aya had lifted the shirt to tease; it now coiled just under his chest.

At the same time he was crying out again, hips lifting to seek more pressure as the other man rubbed.

So much of him loved this teasing, he lived for it. That the other man was indulging that part of him that liked to be dominated… it just made him want him more. And that was the real tug of war. Stopping himself from pouncing him because this felt just as good, if not better. It had been some time since he’d had a partner willing to take the reins. So much of Saint’s very nature made him advance; this was especially so when many of his previous partners preferred to let him do the driving.

“..This,” he managed to get out as he arched into his touch, back bending while his fingers gripped the hood where they’d punctured through. “...fuckin’… not fuckin’… making me…” he trailed off, gasping as he moved his hips at just the right time with Aya’s hand to get the pressure he wanted.

“Goddamned all of it,” he groaned.

<font color="#e6c519]“Ah…” Likèreal stated softly as Saint arched beneath him, hips pressing upwards and his palm settled against the front of his pants. He liked just how receptive his lover was, not that it was a surprise, just a confirmation. Saint was delicious, like a fine wine that you savoured. He palmed the other male’s cock and rubbed firmer this time. “You like it when I tease…”

The Fallen smirked slightly as Saint gasped and arched beneath him causing their bodies to press flush. A delicious sensation of heated skin and firm muscles and angles against his own, though he did hypothesize that the body beneath him seemed to have too many clothes on. Something that he would rectify when given the opportunity.

Enjoying the way that Saint’s cries echoed through his garage.

His other arm unhooked from around his shoulder holding him down and he straightened. Pulling the red t-shirt over his head in a smooth movement, muscles rippling as he discarded it onto the cement floor. Oil and grease visible on his skin as he shifted, pulling Saint’s boots off and dropping them to the floor. Lips teased along the smooth skin of his stomach as he unbuckled the belt at his lover’s hips before he undid the button slowly, teasingly as he inched the zip slowly downwards.

“You love it when I make you wait and want…don’t you Saint?” Golden eyes watched as one hand smoothed upwards across his abdomen and stomach, pressing upwards he pushed the shirt higher. Ignoring the pants now sitting low on Saint’s hips and the hard flesh beneath as fingers smoothed across one nipple he pinched it. Soothing it then gently with his fingertips as his mouth settled on his collarbone, sucking on the flesh there.[/font]

[1x1] Assassin's Abode [Closed] - Angel Kimmi - 11-22-2014

Saint groaned, whining again as Aya rubber more firmly and spoke. Everything was so heightened, always had been since his siring. Focusing on my made it more so; focusing on the way the other man ran his fingers and palm along the fabric of leather-encased jeans made the teasing pleasure so much more wanting. He loved wanting it though; wanting, at times, was hundred-fold fucking better than actually getting it. And Saint knew he would get it; he just wasn’t in any kind of hurry to end the way it all felt so good.

When Likereal pulled away the vampire’s eyes blinked open, curious. His body ached with the lack of sudden attention. Cool blue and icy green followed the motions of his arms and his hands, followed the way his lover’s body flexed and shifted as he took off the shirt. A low growl started in the back of his throat, one of appreciation as he took him in. He felt one boot drop and then the other before the fallen was loving his abdomen with his tongue and undoing his pants.

His head dropped to the car again, rattling it with a chime of bells. “Aya…” he whispered. His mouth… fingers… He gasped, body arching just so into his touch, into the hand that tweaked and soothed.

Hot and cold, slow and fast. Aya took his time when his body didn’t want him to. His body didn’t, but Saint didn’t mind the agony—the ache.

“Yeah…” he breathed, voice shaky as he wound his fingers into the man’s hair, his scalp. “I do…

“S’not the destination… it’s how ya get there.”

<font color="#e6c519]Likèreal enjoyed touching Saint. It was as much a tease to himself as it was to the other male, to continue pulling the quiet little whines from his lover and not sate himself. It drove him crazy but it was worth it. They kept the smile on his lips, as did the way those dual coloured eyes were sliding over his body in appreciation after he stripped down.

He hummed softly in response to the growl and he continued to touch the body beneath him. The soft chime of bells soft amongst the other sounds that fell between them as he teased Saint. Finger teasingly circled a nipple, flicking it occasionally as he lowered his head, teeth coming down on the other one, worrying the flesh before lapping at it softly.

The sound of the vampire’s voice, breathy as he said his nickname was so sweet. He made a soft sound of enjoyment as fingers wound through his hair, likely pulling the strands gradually from their confines within the hairband. He neglected the area between Saint’s legs on purpose. Sucking softly on a nipple as his finger and thumb pinched the other.

“That’s true." The Fallen was contemplating his lack of supplies within the garage and what he could possibly use to bind the vampire in his arms. There were many options open to him, though some involved switching locations. Thoughtful Likèreal nipped and licked a path over the pale skin, tongue swirling around his belly button before he moved along his hips and bit hard into the pale skin there, arms once more tightening around him.[/font]

Hair bound slipped from the tie as Saint tugged it thusly, pulling it to freely fall across the other man’s shoulders and neck. He wound his digits into it, the soft silkness of it. So soft… so… he loved the way it fell and dropped before he gathered it once again—the way it all felt as his thumbs rubbed along either side of Aya’s scalp. The pressure increased and softened as his lover’s mouth suckled a nipple, as his hand tweaked the other.

He felt like he needed something to hold onto while his body jerked, thrust, against his. The cock straining against the jean-material of his pants ached for attention. Any. All. He found his body working on his own, pushing and half-attempting to grind upward in some vain attempt at release he was sure not tor receive just yet.

“Aya…” he whispered-cried again, holding his head to his chest as nails dug and then didn’t. He cried out, whining and then growling when he pinched the nipple under his careful fingers rather poignantly. His body flexed in and out, and in that moment he pressed his feet along the metal side of the car for leverage so that he could push his hard and covered rod into that body over him.

The action caused him to gasp, to want more, to want to beg for it even as he knew he wouldn’t get it just yet. “Fuck… ah… shit,” he cussed loudly, breathily.

Really, it was all his fault and his damnable inability to keep his hands to himself unless explicitly told to shove off. His body was never inclined to do that though; it wasn’t in his nature to not touch someone or want to fuck them until they were both sated.

Lucidly wound in lust, he half wondered if the fallen and he would ever be able to get beyond a meeting without being reduced to this. Not that he’d complain.

[1x1] Assassin's Abode [Closed] - Angel Kimmi - 11-22-2014

<font color="#e6c519]Likely it would always be this way. The two of them were so different and yet so similar, as such both felt the drive to sate themselves when together. Likèreal enjoyed the distraction that Saint proved to be, lavished in the pleasure and company though it was not solely a sexual attraction.

Ebony strands falling around his shoulders and against bare skin, it tickled and skimmed over metal and flesh. Golden eyes flicked upwards as Saint captured the strands once more before humming quietly against the other male's skin in pleasure as thumbs rubbed into his scalp, almost a massage.

Unfortunately Saint's strands could not be so easily freed.

He was aware of the way that his lover strained and jerked against him, trying to get more friction, more attention. Likèreal loved the way that he flexed and arched, seeing it when Saint came undone even when the vampire was in control. One of his hands trailed down Saint's spine and supported him even as he trailed back upwards after nipping at Saint's hip. Tongue trailing over his skin that he worshiped with kisses and nips, leaving pink marks in his wake.

Loved the way he was now cussing breathily beneath him. He lowered him back against the car before he tugged the shirt all the way off, discarding the green fabric onto the floor. The nails on his other hand came scratched their way down his chest, leaving pink marks in their wake as he pressed snugly between his thighs once more. Grinding teasingly before he stepped away, "Stay there...or you'll be in trouble."

He walked away from Saint, knowing as he did that the other male was just as likely to move as stay still. Moving back over to the side, golden eyes trailing over the various options, none of them he particularly thought would hold Saint. Picking up a coil of thick wire he tested it thoughtfully before turning around, wincing slightly when he noticed for the first time the rents through the hood of his car.

Perhaps the garage wasn't the best place for this. Or perhaps just not ON the cars.[/font]

Every motion of his hands, his mouth, had the vampire responding: his body jerked and flexed, he hissed between clenched teeth, nails bit into Aya’s hair, and his hips still lifted to seek friction he wouldn’t have. All of it was instinctual and all of it was allowed. He didn’t hold back, not really. He didn’t anymore than he had to to keep himself from grabbing at his lover, slamming his front onto the hood as he bent him over and ripped his pants from him, and then ultimate sheathe himself into his channel. It was hard not to want to be rough with the fallen; there was just something about the other man that made his Beast want to tear him to pieces while giving him pleasure all at once. Perhaps it had everything to do with the fact that Saint knew he wasn’t breakable.

Still, he exhaled in some sense of relief and want as Aya stepped away and told him to stay put. He didn’t argue; rather, he let his head fall back on the hood once more. His—now—bare back pressed into the cool metal under him as he shut his eyes. He let out a few soft breaths, trying to regain some semblance of control even as those emerald and sapphire eyes opened to stare at the concrete ceiling. He listened and his lover moved around and didn’t sit up until he felt a sense of silence and stillness from the other man.

His cool-dark gaze blinked at him. Though, that was around the time he noted where the other man’s gaze lingered. His own followed and he winced.

“Ah… yeah…” Really? What else was there left to say? He smirked ruefully, not looking the least bit ashamed.

He supposed there were prices to having him for a lover.

<font color="#e6c519]Likèreal’s body still hummed with pleasure, with repressed desire as he stared at the state of the car silently. It was a sight to be seen. The rents were long where nails and fingers had torn through the metal – how he hadn’t heard it he wasn’t certain, though he had been preoccupied at the time. A testament to Saint’s strength as well as the extent of distraction he provided.

He’d just have to invest in a new hood. At least it hadn’t been one of his finished or new models, though any vehicle could always be fixed. Perhaps he’d keep the old hood as a memento - frame part of it, he thought with a smile and Likèreal chuckled softly when Saint followed his gaze and winced. No doubt in sympathy rather than guilt considering he didn’t look guilty.

Honeyed eyes focused on Saint, admiring the sight of him spread out across the car even with the new ‘modifications’. All pale skin and inky strands, he enjoyed the contrast…though he would enjoy it more if he finished stripping the other male off.

Likèreal walked closer again, leaning over him he put the thick wire reel on the hood. Fingers sliding along his stomach before sliding down again, thumbs tucking under the band of his pants and he tugged teasingly before moving one hand sideways. “Mm…mi noche you’re very strong. Try not to destroy too much this evening, hm?” he teased him, golden eyes glimmering as fingers undid the button.

His gaze flicking downwards as he eased the zip downwards carefully since he knew his lover tended to go without underwear. Tongue flicking out along his lips as he finished undoing the jeans, fingers spreading the fabric before hooking into it at his hips and tugging them downwards.[/font]

[1x1] Assassin's Abode [Closed] - Angel Kimmi - 11-22-2014

Well, at least Aya didn’t appear upset; though, it wouldn’t be the first time someone laughed at him only to try and break his arm in the next moment. Creatures of the night were known for being more unpredictable than human beings, and, there was still so much Saint didn’t know about his lover. But, he liked to think he was a decent judge of character… and he didn’t imagine the fallen had any ill intent to hurt him… well, in ways he didn’t want to be hurt. At least, he didn’t smell like he had any intention of flipping a switch in Saint.

His hands pressed into the metal on either side of him, watching Aya carefully even as he set down the thick wire down on the car. Mismatched hues of icy emerald and sapphire remained on the other man’s face as Saint’s lips quirked into a curious smirk. Errant strands that were shorter than the rest of his hair fell into his gaze, and, thick lashes half hooded his eyes in some predatory anticipation.

He opened his mouth just enough to show his fangs, tongue gliding out to lick a path across the pearly whites with an edge paining to sink into flesh; specifically the flesh of the man with warm hands moving to take his pants and chaps off.

“I can’ make any promises, Aya… Things tend to get messy where my cock is involved.” And then it was his turn to chuckle while he lifted his bum, hands flat to either side used as leverage while Aya pulled them off.

As per usual, there was nothing on under. His hard and fully erect shaft jumped, springing against the friction of fabric that fell away. He couldn’t help but purr just a bit at the feel of air on his skin, on more than just his upper body.

“What’d are ya gonna do wit’ me now, Aya?” he cajoled in a purr.

<font color="#e6c519]It would be a lie to say that Likèreal didn’t care, his vehicles were some of his prized possessions but they were also not too difficult to fix if you had the cash. It wasn’t worth getting that upset over, though perhaps it was something he’d continue to bring up at opportune moments. Framing the metal would also make for an interesting conversation piece…but for now he had more important things to worry about. Saint was undeniably sexy, and he wasn’t wearing much clothing – why waste such an opportunity?

The corners of his mouth tugged slightly into a half smile as he gazed down at Saint. He had quite a mouth on him, didn’t he, he thought amused. Likèreal crouched down and tugged off his boots before abandoning them on the cement floor, following them with the jeans and chaps. Effectively leaving the other male naked as the day he was born and golden eyes trailed over the pale skin marked with black ink, appreciating the now bare form.

At his words he snorted softly, pulling his gaze away from him as he slid into a standing position once more. Hands sliding up along the legs to settle on his thighs. His thumbs teasingly brushing along inner thighs but bypassing the hard length, “Oh don’t I know it…you’re always a handful.”

The Fallen was aware of the way Saint was looking at him, sharp white teeth and glittering orbs. He was quite sure the vampire wanted to devour him. The way that a large cat would stare at a meal or perhaps a mate. Well, at least Saint didn’t have barbs – the thought caused him to chuckle. Still Likèreal enjoyed the sound of the purr from the other male, it made him want to pet him and leaning forward one hand detoured.

“Ah…now that is for me to know and for you to find out. Since you won’t tell me what you want…I will have to improvise,” he whispered quietly against his ear as his thumb rubbing along the side of the shaft before stroking the head. Teasing and rubbing along the firm flesh with one hand as he slid the coil of wire upwards and leaving it at the right height as he grabbed Saint's wrist and shifted it to the right place.[/font]

Aya appeared amused; though at what, Saint wasn’t entirely sure. A single black brow quirked curiously and his pale lips twitched as if he knew the secret to whatever joke was in the others man’s head. He peered down at him as he slid the rest of his clothing off and settled back down, bare bottom feeling cooled against the metal under him.

Saint grinned at the snort and the comment as Aya stood back up; the vampire’s expression was boyish and sexy, in a way belying his nature. But, in its own way it was honest—true. He was happy, aroused, and anticipating whatever the other man had in mind for him. Giving up control had never been much of a problem for him, and he wondered how far his fallen lover would push things.

They hadn’t really talked about what his preferences were when it came to sex; Saint rarely had a partner long enough to find out; at least, when it came to the degree of what category they fell into in the bedroom. Most people, as a rule, were vanillas—or vanillas too afraid to make their desires’ known.

Just how much experience did Aya have… what had he done with other people…? Had his lovers been exotic, experimental, or soft things that preferred missionary with little deviation? He knew Aya might be bi simply from his tumble with Ruka; though, he’d known she’d rolled with a few solid gays before. Ruka was… well… unusual enough to keep out of a labeled category. So, who knew? Maybe the fallen only preferred men; Ruka certainly didn’t count as a woman, even with the part that would certainly make her one. In short, sleeping with her did not make you bi as far as he was concerned. Then again, he didn’t think letting a woman go down on you made you bi either; mouths were mouths.

That train of thought derailed, shoved back to the far reaches of Saint’s dirty mind as the man before him trailed fingers along his cock, over his slit, while at the same time whispering huskily in his ear well enough to make Saint visibly shudder. His eyes closed, lashes curtaining as his lips parted and he gasped ever just so.

Though, some short time after that it registered that his lover was wrapping one wrist in wire. Now, were he mortal—knowing what he knew about restraints—he might have been worried. But he wasn’t mortal, so he didn’t give a damn. Instead, he purred as he allowed Aya to do what he would, cheek moving to nuzzle along the other man’s in a very feline fashion.

“I might like you improvising…” he rumbled back, the sound half laced with a growl-purr that came from deep in his chest—wanting.

[1x1] Assassin's Abode [Closed] - Angel Kimmi - 05-03-2015

<img style="max-width:30%;float:left;margin:0 18px;" style="avatar" src="http://i1248.photobucket.com/albums/hh490/Kim_Irvine/banner3_1.png] <font color="#e6c519] Likèreal was mildly amused by his own thoughts even as he was seduced by the pale flesh covered in dark ink and the receptiveness of his vampiric lover. It would be a battle of willpower and wills – that was something he had no doubt about. Honeyed eyes slid appreciatively even as they gauged the reactions and responses, letting out a hum of approval as his lover shuddered and gasped softly at his touch. His lips curving as the familiar purr filled his ears in combination to the nuzzling against his cheek which he returned, reminded once more of the references he’d made earlier of Saint’s almost feline nature. Something that he appreciated and enjoyed if he was honest.

 He continued with his actions, winding the thick wire around one pale wrist a few times before moving onto the other – creating makeshift cuffs on Saint though he knew that they would only last so long with his lover’s strength. Still another part was seriously contemplating his next steps for despite Saint’s obvious pleasure and wanting he didn’t want to cause any damage. Or at least not any that Saint didn’t beg for. Of course it helped that Saint was indeed dead in most senses and therefore could take more than a mortal but still.

 Despite the lack of discussion regarding boundaries, sexual likes and dislikes they were both a tad less breakable than glass and metal – or mortals. Plus he got the impression that the other male would enjoy this form of restriction even if it was only temporary, he’d enjoy it for the time being. Likèreal wrapped his fingers around the metal and tugged at the bound hands which provided Saint was complacent would pull them forward to settle on his chest or stomach.

 “Oh do you now? What was it that I said I was going to do to you again?” He teased and whether Saint’s hands moved or not he continued pulling the ‘rope’ of wire from the roll on the hood, allowing it to slip through his fingers giving the other male a bit of slack as lips trailed along the pale neck, moving to where he had bitten it previously. Likèreal wrapped the metal around his wrist once he’d gained enough slack, then continued onwards, fingertips skimmed teasingly along the cool skin of his stomach before wrapping his digits around the rock hard cock.

 “Have you writhing in my arms as I hold you down…teasing you while you beg and curse me while making the most appreciative noises mi noche...” He murmured against Saint’s neck as his thumb teased along the wet slit, rubbing small circles into the sensitive flesh surrounded by soft dark fuzz. As he teased his teeth once more dug into the bruised flesh as he bit a similar point sharply with white teeth, worrying the skin with the possibility of breaking it.
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[1x1] Assassin's Abode [Closed] - Blade - 06-19-2015

<img style="avatar" src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f206/Blade_Redwind/Alonimi/Saint01.png" style="max-width:25%;float:left;margin:0 18px;] Wrapped wrists with some slack between settled on his thighs as Aya went about coiling and creating the binds. The wicked grin was back, even as the other man spoke and trailed touches along his bare abdomen. Do? What was he going to do? He fuckin’ wondered. But there wasn’t much wondering to be had when that grin evaporated. A gasp left him as Aya’s mouth, lips, moved to his neck his head dropped to the other man’s shoulder and settled. Soothing pleasure, hot and ripe, suffused through his veins as Aya caressed and tugged as his length.

Another gasp as his lover spoke, a cry half broken with a whimper and more gasping. His body shook once as those hands moved and teased. His own hands clenched in front of him, nails biting into palms hard enough to create crescent moons.

“Aya…” he whispered, breathy sound rolling into a whimper as the other man bit down. How badly he wanted to touch him, to take him and slam his form atop the hood chest-down and face pressed against the metal. It would be both aggressive and satisfying, but he refrained. Oh… how he refrained… body tense, cock hard, and every pour screaming for more.

He turned his head then towards his neck, exhales hot as they left his mouth. And then he reached out, lips enclosing around Aya’s neck—tongue licking, teeth nipping, and mouth sucking. He couldn’t totally form thought, not with the other man’s digits teasing the head of his dick; however, he had enough presence of mind to say, “Fuck yeah…”

[1x1] Assassin's Abode [Closed] - Angel Kimmi - 06-19-2015

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 <font color="#e6c519] Warm lips teased the sensitive pale arc of Saint’s neck as his fingers worked their magic below, thumb rubbing and teasing the slit as he stroked the hard length. Honeyed eyes narrowed as he heard the quiet gasp and the head dropped onto his shoulder, enjoying the soft weight. It was somehow so intimate, despite the fact they were in a large underground carpark, like they were in their own little bubble. Likèreal felt the raw hunger and desire that filled the air around them, it was almost palpable as their need ran like wildfire through their blood.

 Need pulsed between his own thighs, desire and want an intoxicating cocktail. This dance that they engaged in was a slow subtle play…one of give and take that teased even as it satisfied, delaying the end for as long as possible. How the cards would fall in the end was anyone’s guess but either way all parties would be sated and satisfied. Yet he teased the other male as much as himself, and he felt a similar restraint in Saint. Sensed that Saint was teasing himself just as intrinsically as he was in the way he curbed his ability to break his binds and take control.

 The Fallen knew that he could do it – had felt the strength in those muscles the last time they tangled and how it felt to lay beneath the vampire. He had threatened to take and tease him for hours until he begged for more, words whispered in desperation and with little thought as Saint had dragged him to the depths of euphoria. He didn’t think he had the stamina to hold out so long, nor that Saint’s patience would last until then either. Not that he’d mind such a turn.

 Likèreal’s hand faltered as he gasped Saint’s name, a soft sound of enjoyment, as the mouth moved against his neck, teasing the sensitive flesh there. The series of sensations caused by the various actions, all of them pleasurable while the graze of teeth reminded him of just how good it felt when those sharp teeth pierced his skin. His hand shifted then, releasing the thick rod to slide between spread legs, index finger sliding along the sensitive skin and seeking out another part of his anatomy.

 “You drive me to distraction…” he groaned quietly as he sought the pucker of flesh that hid the channel that he wanted to slide into. Once found he provided more pressure against the bud, getting the tip of his finger inside.
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