He grinned at the way he startled him; not because he didn’t know he was there, but because he hadn’t expected him to drop right into his lap like the wicked vampire he was. When he’d renamed himself he could have called himself Sin. That might have been more appropriate than Saint—probably. But there was a certain irony in calling himself Saint; a certain irony that appealed to the Victorian man in him as well as the deviant.
He raised a brow as he talked about rebuilding the engine. Fuckin’ hot, that was. There was just something so damned sexy about a man half covered in grease and sweat, elbows half slicked in oil while he worked with his hands on something hard, metal, loud, and angry. There was just something so much hotter about that than a bitch with tits laying out on the hood with a thong on in some naughty calendar.
Ah damn… didn’t take much to get him going, did it? Damned breeze could go on by and he’d probably sportin’ a cockstand. Seemed like a perpetual state for him—always in need of release, or making others find release.
Those hands felt good on his thighs, even on top of two layers of clothing—jeans and leather. Aya seemed so much warmer than he did. If there were a temperature gauge on people Seri would be cold, he’d be somewhere in the middle, and Aya would be at the top of that.
He dropped a hand to the other man’s abdomen, slipping his hand under the hem of the red t-shirt so he could lay it flat there… write a few patterns with his fingers. So soft… hard… mmm…
By then the other man was moving the creeper with them both on it and he caught his gaze as Aya accused him. He gave him a sultry look as he shifted his bottom—entirely on purpose. Almost a wiggle, but not quite. Ah, his night… he liked that. Always would. Sounded like sex and sin on a stick, Aya’s nickname for him—pet name.
“Yeah, beast of a BMW’s inside,” he told him, still tracing patterns on his stomach. He gave a tug at the band of his jeans, hooking one finger and pulling once before letting it snap back. It was an almost idle motion; as if part of his very nature was trying to say he didn’t want anything on him—his Fallen lover.
Hmm… would he let him take him tonight? They’d talked about him tying him up before… teasing him for a time… making him ache. He felt in the mood to be taken, to beg a little—to bottom. His Aya was looking especially masculine tonight. His gaze shifted to the car Likereal had been under.
“Camaro would look better with suicide doors,” he told him idly, dropping back so his hands were behind him on the smooth concrete floor. His hair chimed, the bits of it that was loose around his face and not wrapped up in the leather banding dangling in the air at the angle he put his body in. “Take some modification though…”
<font color="#e6c519]He caught sight of the laughing gaze and knew Saint was aware he'd narrowly missed hitting his head and giving himself a damn concussion. That would have been interesting. His thoughts slipping into imagining Saint playing nurse - there was a side of Saint that could be gentle and caring. He just wasn't sure how long it would be before they decided the injury was minor and they proceeded to having sex instead.
Perhaps he wasn't giving his lover enough credit… or perhaps he was on the mark. With his track record it was possible that they would find out at some point Likèreal thought with mild amusement as he gazed up at the male.
Dark lashes swept downwards, a soft hum of pleasure slipping from the Fallen's lips as the hand that settled against his skin causing a slight shiver to skitter down his spine. He stilled mildly beneath the digits as they danced and traced over his skin, enjoying the ticklish movement. The difference in their body temperatures enjoyable after getting sweaty over the engine - who needed a cool shower or a fan when they had Saint.
He was far more attractive and enjoyable company…whilst being both temptation and sin, one that he had no intention of resisting in the slightest. As the said temptation started rubbing his very attractive bottom into his crotch Likèreal’s eyes opened once more to catch sight of a look that made him contemplate dragging him to bed.
Especially considering the way Saint tugged and toyed with the band of his jeans. He wondered if he was finding fault with the clothing or just wanted more access to what was beneath though at the admission that the vehicle was inside he pressed another two buttons on the remote, causing the outside garage door to fold back down, before the false door slid back into place. Effectively sealing his garage off from strangers.
Likèreal saw something in the dual orbs of jade and cyan when he talked about rebuilding the engine. It made him curious if perhaps Saint had an interest in cars or mechanics, honestly it was something he dabbled in. Something he had learned over the many years to keep him busy as much as it was a joy and a pleasure.
“Mm…do you find fault with my clothes Saint? You keep toying with them and sliding under them,” He teased as one hand moved behind him to the floor and he propped himself up, his other moving up along Saint’s hip before reaching up to the dark strands. Fingers sliding across inky strands before lightly tapping a silver bell. “You are right, they would look good and would probably be very handy for my line of work.”[/font]
Mismatches hues clicked from the car to Aya’s amber gaze as he sat up, rocking the creeper they were on in the process. The Fallen would have to note the way it made Saint’s bottom rock over his crotch. The vampire found himself thinking about what else they could do on the creeper before it broke under their weight. Naughty things; filthy things. Things that made the vampire cry in want, beg for more…
His eyes held as he spoke and flicked a bell of tiny silver hanging from his hair, woven into the straight silky strands. Some were shorter in the front than in the back, half covering his eyes and not. More like a veil of separating abyssal ebony.
“Well, they’re not very helpful for cover when someone’s tryin’ to fill ya full of hot metal from the front,” he allowed. “Not unless they’re trying to hit ya from the back. But, s’lot easier to get out when ya need to.
“An’ clothes are jus’ a tease, Aya. If everyone was naked all the time it wouldn’t be half as much fun—prolly. Though, Ruka tells me the girls don’ wear tops from where she comes from. Tits everywhere and real shear stuff.
“I’d be hard all the time.” He snorted, grinning. He wondered how far he’d have to push Aya before he took him. Just what he’d have to do to make the Fallen bind his wrists so he could make his dick hurt before he came, make his back arch while he pulled on the bindings, make his eyes roll back in head and pant with want to come finally.
Yeah, he was in that kind of mood. Probably because the man under him had been working on a beast of a car that made him seem that much more… pure male.
Ah… what to do…
He moved his hand back down to band of his pants, plucking it once more—again to undo the button of his jeans. He pulled the zipper down just far enough, eyes still focused on Aya’s. His fingers slipped in and just barely toyed with the brush of hair there.
“Howdya want me, Aya? Bent over the hood, wrists bound? Ya didn’ call me over just to look at what’s under the hood… didja?”
<font color="#e6c519]"Well I was thinking of attaching them to the roof, it'd be handy to be able to dive into a car without opening doors, I might be able to rig them so I can do that by remote. Not that I plan to be getting into car chases," he hummed quietly fingertips continued to trace and toy with a few silver bells he could reach within the bound ebony strands.
He loved Saint's hair and the soft chimes that came from the bells. Likèreal paused at the sudden shifting, damn but Saint had a nice ass. It was very distracting the way it rocked and shifted against the front of his pants, teasing him. His body wasn't immune either. His cock was already stiffening within the tight fabric of his jeans.
Still his thoughts were as much on the talk of the car as it was on Saint's body and what he would do to him if he kept squirming and rubbing like that. The Fallen hadn't forgotten his promise of retribution during their first time, it just hadn't come up again since.
"Well it's probably just as well you aren't in a world like that you'd be more insatiable than you are now...if that was possible. Plus taking clothes off is part of the fun...like opening a present," Likèreal purred quietly in teasing amusement golden eyes focusing into dual coloured orbs before finally sliding down. To see what Saint was doing with his clothing again this time.
Oh he wanted the vampire very much, always did, but sometimes it was nice to tease.
He glanced up from Saint's handy work, a sound of enjoyment as fingers brushed over his skin. His expression seemed honest and mildly surprised at the question, he seemed to ponder it for a moment before finally saying. "Yes to show off my cars and enjoy your company. Why? Was there something else you wanted to do tonight?"[/font]
He raised a brow as he talked about rebuilding the engine. Fuckin’ hot, that was. There was just something so damned sexy about a man half covered in grease and sweat, elbows half slicked in oil while he worked with his hands on something hard, metal, loud, and angry. There was just something so much hotter about that than a bitch with tits laying out on the hood with a thong on in some naughty calendar.
Ah damn… didn’t take much to get him going, did it? Damned breeze could go on by and he’d probably sportin’ a cockstand. Seemed like a perpetual state for him—always in need of release, or making others find release.
Those hands felt good on his thighs, even on top of two layers of clothing—jeans and leather. Aya seemed so much warmer than he did. If there were a temperature gauge on people Seri would be cold, he’d be somewhere in the middle, and Aya would be at the top of that.
He dropped a hand to the other man’s abdomen, slipping his hand under the hem of the red t-shirt so he could lay it flat there… write a few patterns with his fingers. So soft… hard… mmm…
By then the other man was moving the creeper with them both on it and he caught his gaze as Aya accused him. He gave him a sultry look as he shifted his bottom—entirely on purpose. Almost a wiggle, but not quite. Ah, his night… he liked that. Always would. Sounded like sex and sin on a stick, Aya’s nickname for him—pet name.
“Yeah, beast of a BMW’s inside,” he told him, still tracing patterns on his stomach. He gave a tug at the band of his jeans, hooking one finger and pulling once before letting it snap back. It was an almost idle motion; as if part of his very nature was trying to say he didn’t want anything on him—his Fallen lover.
Hmm… would he let him take him tonight? They’d talked about him tying him up before… teasing him for a time… making him ache. He felt in the mood to be taken, to beg a little—to bottom. His Aya was looking especially masculine tonight. His gaze shifted to the car Likereal had been under.
“Camaro would look better with suicide doors,” he told him idly, dropping back so his hands were behind him on the smooth concrete floor. His hair chimed, the bits of it that was loose around his face and not wrapped up in the leather banding dangling in the air at the angle he put his body in. “Take some modification though…”
<font color="#e6c519]He caught sight of the laughing gaze and knew Saint was aware he'd narrowly missed hitting his head and giving himself a damn concussion. That would have been interesting. His thoughts slipping into imagining Saint playing nurse - there was a side of Saint that could be gentle and caring. He just wasn't sure how long it would be before they decided the injury was minor and they proceeded to having sex instead.
Perhaps he wasn't giving his lover enough credit… or perhaps he was on the mark. With his track record it was possible that they would find out at some point Likèreal thought with mild amusement as he gazed up at the male.
Dark lashes swept downwards, a soft hum of pleasure slipping from the Fallen's lips as the hand that settled against his skin causing a slight shiver to skitter down his spine. He stilled mildly beneath the digits as they danced and traced over his skin, enjoying the ticklish movement. The difference in their body temperatures enjoyable after getting sweaty over the engine - who needed a cool shower or a fan when they had Saint.
He was far more attractive and enjoyable company…whilst being both temptation and sin, one that he had no intention of resisting in the slightest. As the said temptation started rubbing his very attractive bottom into his crotch Likèreal’s eyes opened once more to catch sight of a look that made him contemplate dragging him to bed.
Especially considering the way Saint tugged and toyed with the band of his jeans. He wondered if he was finding fault with the clothing or just wanted more access to what was beneath though at the admission that the vehicle was inside he pressed another two buttons on the remote, causing the outside garage door to fold back down, before the false door slid back into place. Effectively sealing his garage off from strangers.
Likèreal saw something in the dual orbs of jade and cyan when he talked about rebuilding the engine. It made him curious if perhaps Saint had an interest in cars or mechanics, honestly it was something he dabbled in. Something he had learned over the many years to keep him busy as much as it was a joy and a pleasure.
“Mm…do you find fault with my clothes Saint? You keep toying with them and sliding under them,” He teased as one hand moved behind him to the floor and he propped himself up, his other moving up along Saint’s hip before reaching up to the dark strands. Fingers sliding across inky strands before lightly tapping a silver bell. “You are right, they would look good and would probably be very handy for my line of work.”[/font]
Mismatches hues clicked from the car to Aya’s amber gaze as he sat up, rocking the creeper they were on in the process. The Fallen would have to note the way it made Saint’s bottom rock over his crotch. The vampire found himself thinking about what else they could do on the creeper before it broke under their weight. Naughty things; filthy things. Things that made the vampire cry in want, beg for more…
His eyes held as he spoke and flicked a bell of tiny silver hanging from his hair, woven into the straight silky strands. Some were shorter in the front than in the back, half covering his eyes and not. More like a veil of separating abyssal ebony.
“Well, they’re not very helpful for cover when someone’s tryin’ to fill ya full of hot metal from the front,” he allowed. “Not unless they’re trying to hit ya from the back. But, s’lot easier to get out when ya need to.
“An’ clothes are jus’ a tease, Aya. If everyone was naked all the time it wouldn’t be half as much fun—prolly. Though, Ruka tells me the girls don’ wear tops from where she comes from. Tits everywhere and real shear stuff.
“I’d be hard all the time.” He snorted, grinning. He wondered how far he’d have to push Aya before he took him. Just what he’d have to do to make the Fallen bind his wrists so he could make his dick hurt before he came, make his back arch while he pulled on the bindings, make his eyes roll back in head and pant with want to come finally.
Yeah, he was in that kind of mood. Probably because the man under him had been working on a beast of a car that made him seem that much more… pure male.
Ah… what to do…
He moved his hand back down to band of his pants, plucking it once more—again to undo the button of his jeans. He pulled the zipper down just far enough, eyes still focused on Aya’s. His fingers slipped in and just barely toyed with the brush of hair there.
“Howdya want me, Aya? Bent over the hood, wrists bound? Ya didn’ call me over just to look at what’s under the hood… didja?”
<font color="#e6c519]"Well I was thinking of attaching them to the roof, it'd be handy to be able to dive into a car without opening doors, I might be able to rig them so I can do that by remote. Not that I plan to be getting into car chases," he hummed quietly fingertips continued to trace and toy with a few silver bells he could reach within the bound ebony strands.
He loved Saint's hair and the soft chimes that came from the bells. Likèreal paused at the sudden shifting, damn but Saint had a nice ass. It was very distracting the way it rocked and shifted against the front of his pants, teasing him. His body wasn't immune either. His cock was already stiffening within the tight fabric of his jeans.
Still his thoughts were as much on the talk of the car as it was on Saint's body and what he would do to him if he kept squirming and rubbing like that. The Fallen hadn't forgotten his promise of retribution during their first time, it just hadn't come up again since.
"Well it's probably just as well you aren't in a world like that you'd be more insatiable than you are now...if that was possible. Plus taking clothes off is part of the fun...like opening a present," Likèreal purred quietly in teasing amusement golden eyes focusing into dual coloured orbs before finally sliding down. To see what Saint was doing with his clothing again this time.
Oh he wanted the vampire very much, always did, but sometimes it was nice to tease.
He glanced up from Saint's handy work, a sound of enjoyment as fingers brushed over his skin. His expression seemed honest and mildly surprised at the question, he seemed to ponder it for a moment before finally saying. "Yes to show off my cars and enjoy your company. Why? Was there something else you wanted to do tonight?"[/font]
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