<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.
“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.
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