<font color="#e6c519]Likely it would always be this way. The two of them were so different and yet so similar, as such both felt the drive to sate themselves when together. Likèreal enjoyed the distraction that Saint proved to be, lavished in the pleasure and company though it was not solely a sexual attraction.
Ebony strands falling around his shoulders and against bare skin, it tickled and skimmed over metal and flesh. Golden eyes flicked upwards as Saint captured the strands once more before humming quietly against the other male's skin in pleasure as thumbs rubbed into his scalp, almost a massage.
Unfortunately Saint's strands could not be so easily freed.
He was aware of the way that his lover strained and jerked against him, trying to get more friction, more attention. Likèreal loved the way that he flexed and arched, seeing it when Saint came undone even when the vampire was in control. One of his hands trailed down Saint's spine and supported him even as he trailed back upwards after nipping at Saint's hip. Tongue trailing over his skin that he worshiped with kisses and nips, leaving pink marks in his wake.
Loved the way he was now cussing breathily beneath him. He lowered him back against the car before he tugged the shirt all the way off, discarding the green fabric onto the floor. The nails on his other hand came scratched their way down his chest, leaving pink marks in their wake as he pressed snugly between his thighs once more. Grinding teasingly before he stepped away, "Stay there...or you'll be in trouble."
He walked away from Saint, knowing as he did that the other male was just as likely to move as stay still. Moving back over to the side, golden eyes trailing over the various options, none of them he particularly thought would hold Saint. Picking up a coil of thick wire he tested it thoughtfully before turning around, wincing slightly when he noticed for the first time the rents through the hood of his car.
Perhaps the garage wasn't the best place for this. Or perhaps just not ON the cars.[/font]
Every motion of his hands, his mouth, had the vampire responding: his body jerked and flexed, he hissed between clenched teeth, nails bit into Aya’s hair, and his hips still lifted to seek friction he wouldn’t have. All of it was instinctual and all of it was allowed. He didn’t hold back, not really. He didn’t anymore than he had to to keep himself from grabbing at his lover, slamming his front onto the hood as he bent him over and ripped his pants from him, and then ultimate sheathe himself into his channel. It was hard not to want to be rough with the fallen; there was just something about the other man that made his Beast want to tear him to pieces while giving him pleasure all at once. Perhaps it had everything to do with the fact that Saint knew he wasn’t breakable.
Still, he exhaled in some sense of relief and want as Aya stepped away and told him to stay put. He didn’t argue; rather, he let his head fall back on the hood once more. His—now—bare back pressed into the cool metal under him as he shut his eyes. He let out a few soft breaths, trying to regain some semblance of control even as those emerald and sapphire eyes opened to stare at the concrete ceiling. He listened and his lover moved around and didn’t sit up until he felt a sense of silence and stillness from the other man.
His cool-dark gaze blinked at him. Though, that was around the time he noted where the other man’s gaze lingered. His own followed and he winced.
“Ah… yeah…” Really? What else was there left to say? He smirked ruefully, not looking the least bit ashamed.
He supposed there were prices to having him for a lover.
<font color="#e6c519]Likèreal’s body still hummed with pleasure, with repressed desire as he stared at the state of the car silently. It was a sight to be seen. The rents were long where nails and fingers had torn through the metal – how he hadn’t heard it he wasn’t certain, though he had been preoccupied at the time. A testament to Saint’s strength as well as the extent of distraction he provided.
He’d just have to invest in a new hood. At least it hadn’t been one of his finished or new models, though any vehicle could always be fixed. Perhaps he’d keep the old hood as a memento - frame part of it, he thought with a smile and Likèreal chuckled softly when Saint followed his gaze and winced. No doubt in sympathy rather than guilt considering he didn’t look guilty.
Honeyed eyes focused on Saint, admiring the sight of him spread out across the car even with the new ‘modifications’. All pale skin and inky strands, he enjoyed the contrast…though he would enjoy it more if he finished stripping the other male off.
Likèreal walked closer again, leaning over him he put the thick wire reel on the hood. Fingers sliding along his stomach before sliding down again, thumbs tucking under the band of his pants and he tugged teasingly before moving one hand sideways. “Mm…mi noche you’re very strong. Try not to destroy too much this evening, hm?” he teased him, golden eyes glimmering as fingers undid the button.
His gaze flicking downwards as he eased the zip downwards carefully since he knew his lover tended to go without underwear. Tongue flicking out along his lips as he finished undoing the jeans, fingers spreading the fabric before hooking into it at his hips and tugging them downwards.[/font]
Ebony strands falling around his shoulders and against bare skin, it tickled and skimmed over metal and flesh. Golden eyes flicked upwards as Saint captured the strands once more before humming quietly against the other male's skin in pleasure as thumbs rubbed into his scalp, almost a massage.
Unfortunately Saint's strands could not be so easily freed.
He was aware of the way that his lover strained and jerked against him, trying to get more friction, more attention. Likèreal loved the way that he flexed and arched, seeing it when Saint came undone even when the vampire was in control. One of his hands trailed down Saint's spine and supported him even as he trailed back upwards after nipping at Saint's hip. Tongue trailing over his skin that he worshiped with kisses and nips, leaving pink marks in his wake.
Loved the way he was now cussing breathily beneath him. He lowered him back against the car before he tugged the shirt all the way off, discarding the green fabric onto the floor. The nails on his other hand came scratched their way down his chest, leaving pink marks in their wake as he pressed snugly between his thighs once more. Grinding teasingly before he stepped away, "Stay there...or you'll be in trouble."
He walked away from Saint, knowing as he did that the other male was just as likely to move as stay still. Moving back over to the side, golden eyes trailing over the various options, none of them he particularly thought would hold Saint. Picking up a coil of thick wire he tested it thoughtfully before turning around, wincing slightly when he noticed for the first time the rents through the hood of his car.
Perhaps the garage wasn't the best place for this. Or perhaps just not ON the cars.[/font]
Every motion of his hands, his mouth, had the vampire responding: his body jerked and flexed, he hissed between clenched teeth, nails bit into Aya’s hair, and his hips still lifted to seek friction he wouldn’t have. All of it was instinctual and all of it was allowed. He didn’t hold back, not really. He didn’t anymore than he had to to keep himself from grabbing at his lover, slamming his front onto the hood as he bent him over and ripped his pants from him, and then ultimate sheathe himself into his channel. It was hard not to want to be rough with the fallen; there was just something about the other man that made his Beast want to tear him to pieces while giving him pleasure all at once. Perhaps it had everything to do with the fact that Saint knew he wasn’t breakable.
Still, he exhaled in some sense of relief and want as Aya stepped away and told him to stay put. He didn’t argue; rather, he let his head fall back on the hood once more. His—now—bare back pressed into the cool metal under him as he shut his eyes. He let out a few soft breaths, trying to regain some semblance of control even as those emerald and sapphire eyes opened to stare at the concrete ceiling. He listened and his lover moved around and didn’t sit up until he felt a sense of silence and stillness from the other man.
His cool-dark gaze blinked at him. Though, that was around the time he noted where the other man’s gaze lingered. His own followed and he winced.
“Ah… yeah…” Really? What else was there left to say? He smirked ruefully, not looking the least bit ashamed.
He supposed there were prices to having him for a lover.
<font color="#e6c519]Likèreal’s body still hummed with pleasure, with repressed desire as he stared at the state of the car silently. It was a sight to be seen. The rents were long where nails and fingers had torn through the metal – how he hadn’t heard it he wasn’t certain, though he had been preoccupied at the time. A testament to Saint’s strength as well as the extent of distraction he provided.
He’d just have to invest in a new hood. At least it hadn’t been one of his finished or new models, though any vehicle could always be fixed. Perhaps he’d keep the old hood as a memento - frame part of it, he thought with a smile and Likèreal chuckled softly when Saint followed his gaze and winced. No doubt in sympathy rather than guilt considering he didn’t look guilty.
Honeyed eyes focused on Saint, admiring the sight of him spread out across the car even with the new ‘modifications’. All pale skin and inky strands, he enjoyed the contrast…though he would enjoy it more if he finished stripping the other male off.
Likèreal walked closer again, leaning over him he put the thick wire reel on the hood. Fingers sliding along his stomach before sliding down again, thumbs tucking under the band of his pants and he tugged teasingly before moving one hand sideways. “Mm…mi noche you’re very strong. Try not to destroy too much this evening, hm?” he teased him, golden eyes glimmering as fingers undid the button.
His gaze flicking downwards as he eased the zip downwards carefully since he knew his lover tended to go without underwear. Tongue flicking out along his lips as he finished undoing the jeans, fingers spreading the fabric before hooking into it at his hips and tugging them downwards.[/font]
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