Well, at least Aya didn’t appear upset; though, it wouldn’t be the first time someone laughed at him only to try and break his arm in the next moment. Creatures of the night were known for being more unpredictable than human beings, and, there was still so much Saint didn’t know about his lover. But, he liked to think he was a decent judge of character… and he didn’t imagine the fallen had any ill intent to hurt him… well, in ways he didn’t want to be hurt. At least, he didn’t smell like he had any intention of flipping a switch in Saint.
His hands pressed into the metal on either side of him, watching Aya carefully even as he set down the thick wire down on the car. Mismatched hues of icy emerald and sapphire remained on the other man’s face as Saint’s lips quirked into a curious smirk. Errant strands that were shorter than the rest of his hair fell into his gaze, and, thick lashes half hooded his eyes in some predatory anticipation.
He opened his mouth just enough to show his fangs, tongue gliding out to lick a path across the pearly whites with an edge paining to sink into flesh; specifically the flesh of the man with warm hands moving to take his pants and chaps off.
“I can’ make any promises, Aya… Things tend to get messy where my cock is involved.” And then it was his turn to chuckle while he lifted his bum, hands flat to either side used as leverage while Aya pulled them off.
As per usual, there was nothing on under. His hard and fully erect shaft jumped, springing against the friction of fabric that fell away. He couldn’t help but purr just a bit at the feel of air on his skin, on more than just his upper body.
“What’d are ya gonna do wit’ me now, Aya?” he cajoled in a purr.
<font color="#e6c519]It would be a lie to say that Likèreal didn’t care, his vehicles were some of his prized possessions but they were also not too difficult to fix if you had the cash. It wasn’t worth getting that upset over, though perhaps it was something he’d continue to bring up at opportune moments. Framing the metal would also make for an interesting conversation piece…but for now he had more important things to worry about. Saint was undeniably sexy, and he wasn’t wearing much clothing – why waste such an opportunity?
The corners of his mouth tugged slightly into a half smile as he gazed down at Saint. He had quite a mouth on him, didn’t he, he thought amused. Likèreal crouched down and tugged off his boots before abandoning them on the cement floor, following them with the jeans and chaps. Effectively leaving the other male naked as the day he was born and golden eyes trailed over the pale skin marked with black ink, appreciating the now bare form.
At his words he snorted softly, pulling his gaze away from him as he slid into a standing position once more. Hands sliding up along the legs to settle on his thighs. His thumbs teasingly brushing along inner thighs but bypassing the hard length, “Oh don’t I know it…you’re always a handful.”
The Fallen was aware of the way Saint was looking at him, sharp white teeth and glittering orbs. He was quite sure the vampire wanted to devour him. The way that a large cat would stare at a meal or perhaps a mate. Well, at least Saint didn’t have barbs – the thought caused him to chuckle. Still Likèreal enjoyed the sound of the purr from the other male, it made him want to pet him and leaning forward one hand detoured.
“Ah…now that is for me to know and for you to find out. Since you won’t tell me what you want…I will have to improvise,” he whispered quietly against his ear as his thumb rubbing along the side of the shaft before stroking the head. Teasing and rubbing along the firm flesh with one hand as he slid the coil of wire upwards and leaving it at the right height as he grabbed Saint's wrist and shifted it to the right place.[/font]
Aya appeared amused; though at what, Saint wasn’t entirely sure. A single black brow quirked curiously and his pale lips twitched as if he knew the secret to whatever joke was in the others man’s head. He peered down at him as he slid the rest of his clothing off and settled back down, bare bottom feeling cooled against the metal under him.
Saint grinned at the snort and the comment as Aya stood back up; the vampire’s expression was boyish and sexy, in a way belying his nature. But, in its own way it was honest—true. He was happy, aroused, and anticipating whatever the other man had in mind for him. Giving up control had never been much of a problem for him, and he wondered how far his fallen lover would push things.
They hadn’t really talked about what his preferences were when it came to sex; Saint rarely had a partner long enough to find out; at least, when it came to the degree of what category they fell into in the bedroom. Most people, as a rule, were vanillas—or vanillas too afraid to make their desires’ known.
Just how much experience did Aya have… what had he done with other people…? Had his lovers been exotic, experimental, or soft things that preferred missionary with little deviation? He knew Aya might be bi simply from his tumble with Ruka; though, he’d known she’d rolled with a few solid gays before. Ruka was… well… unusual enough to keep out of a labeled category. So, who knew? Maybe the fallen only preferred men; Ruka certainly didn’t count as a woman, even with the part that would certainly make her one. In short, sleeping with her did not make you bi as far as he was concerned. Then again, he didn’t think letting a woman go down on you made you bi either; mouths were mouths.
That train of thought derailed, shoved back to the far reaches of Saint’s dirty mind as the man before him trailed fingers along his cock, over his slit, while at the same time whispering huskily in his ear well enough to make Saint visibly shudder. His eyes closed, lashes curtaining as his lips parted and he gasped ever just so.
Though, some short time after that it registered that his lover was wrapping one wrist in wire. Now, were he mortal—knowing what he knew about restraints—he might have been worried. But he wasn’t mortal, so he didn’t give a damn. Instead, he purred as he allowed Aya to do what he would, cheek moving to nuzzle along the other man’s in a very feline fashion.
“I might like you improvising…” he rumbled back, the sound half laced with a growl-purr that came from deep in his chest—wanting.
His hands pressed into the metal on either side of him, watching Aya carefully even as he set down the thick wire down on the car. Mismatched hues of icy emerald and sapphire remained on the other man’s face as Saint’s lips quirked into a curious smirk. Errant strands that were shorter than the rest of his hair fell into his gaze, and, thick lashes half hooded his eyes in some predatory anticipation.
He opened his mouth just enough to show his fangs, tongue gliding out to lick a path across the pearly whites with an edge paining to sink into flesh; specifically the flesh of the man with warm hands moving to take his pants and chaps off.
“I can’ make any promises, Aya… Things tend to get messy where my cock is involved.” And then it was his turn to chuckle while he lifted his bum, hands flat to either side used as leverage while Aya pulled them off.
As per usual, there was nothing on under. His hard and fully erect shaft jumped, springing against the friction of fabric that fell away. He couldn’t help but purr just a bit at the feel of air on his skin, on more than just his upper body.
“What’d are ya gonna do wit’ me now, Aya?” he cajoled in a purr.
<font color="#e6c519]It would be a lie to say that Likèreal didn’t care, his vehicles were some of his prized possessions but they were also not too difficult to fix if you had the cash. It wasn’t worth getting that upset over, though perhaps it was something he’d continue to bring up at opportune moments. Framing the metal would also make for an interesting conversation piece…but for now he had more important things to worry about. Saint was undeniably sexy, and he wasn’t wearing much clothing – why waste such an opportunity?
The corners of his mouth tugged slightly into a half smile as he gazed down at Saint. He had quite a mouth on him, didn’t he, he thought amused. Likèreal crouched down and tugged off his boots before abandoning them on the cement floor, following them with the jeans and chaps. Effectively leaving the other male naked as the day he was born and golden eyes trailed over the pale skin marked with black ink, appreciating the now bare form.
At his words he snorted softly, pulling his gaze away from him as he slid into a standing position once more. Hands sliding up along the legs to settle on his thighs. His thumbs teasingly brushing along inner thighs but bypassing the hard length, “Oh don’t I know it…you’re always a handful.”
The Fallen was aware of the way Saint was looking at him, sharp white teeth and glittering orbs. He was quite sure the vampire wanted to devour him. The way that a large cat would stare at a meal or perhaps a mate. Well, at least Saint didn’t have barbs – the thought caused him to chuckle. Still Likèreal enjoyed the sound of the purr from the other male, it made him want to pet him and leaning forward one hand detoured.
“Ah…now that is for me to know and for you to find out. Since you won’t tell me what you want…I will have to improvise,” he whispered quietly against his ear as his thumb rubbing along the side of the shaft before stroking the head. Teasing and rubbing along the firm flesh with one hand as he slid the coil of wire upwards and leaving it at the right height as he grabbed Saint's wrist and shifted it to the right place.[/font]
Aya appeared amused; though at what, Saint wasn’t entirely sure. A single black brow quirked curiously and his pale lips twitched as if he knew the secret to whatever joke was in the others man’s head. He peered down at him as he slid the rest of his clothing off and settled back down, bare bottom feeling cooled against the metal under him.
Saint grinned at the snort and the comment as Aya stood back up; the vampire’s expression was boyish and sexy, in a way belying his nature. But, in its own way it was honest—true. He was happy, aroused, and anticipating whatever the other man had in mind for him. Giving up control had never been much of a problem for him, and he wondered how far his fallen lover would push things.
They hadn’t really talked about what his preferences were when it came to sex; Saint rarely had a partner long enough to find out; at least, when it came to the degree of what category they fell into in the bedroom. Most people, as a rule, were vanillas—or vanillas too afraid to make their desires’ known.
Just how much experience did Aya have… what had he done with other people…? Had his lovers been exotic, experimental, or soft things that preferred missionary with little deviation? He knew Aya might be bi simply from his tumble with Ruka; though, he’d known she’d rolled with a few solid gays before. Ruka was… well… unusual enough to keep out of a labeled category. So, who knew? Maybe the fallen only preferred men; Ruka certainly didn’t count as a woman, even with the part that would certainly make her one. In short, sleeping with her did not make you bi as far as he was concerned. Then again, he didn’t think letting a woman go down on you made you bi either; mouths were mouths.
That train of thought derailed, shoved back to the far reaches of Saint’s dirty mind as the man before him trailed fingers along his cock, over his slit, while at the same time whispering huskily in his ear well enough to make Saint visibly shudder. His eyes closed, lashes curtaining as his lips parted and he gasped ever just so.
Though, some short time after that it registered that his lover was wrapping one wrist in wire. Now, were he mortal—knowing what he knew about restraints—he might have been worried. But he wasn’t mortal, so he didn’t give a damn. Instead, he purred as he allowed Aya to do what he would, cheek moving to nuzzle along the other man’s in a very feline fashion.
“I might like you improvising…” he rumbled back, the sound half laced with a growl-purr that came from deep in his chest—wanting.
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