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.
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.
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