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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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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