<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]
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]
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