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]
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]
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