Correct. I suppose I might find out sometime, but for now I assume I won't.
I'm home. I'm
I think I'm okay. I could surely use some physical contact, maybe a bit of time being distracted, but it's not pressing. A want over a need, which is nice. We've all enough weights lingering from before.
[ And he does leave the window open, settling in on the bed as the salt air wafts into the room. Wearing thin black cotton pants and nothing else as he closes his eyes to listen to the waves. ]
[His wings are not an owl's and he has to cast a bit of magic to silence his arrival, a bubble of noise negation that, for a moment, blots out the sound of the waves and the sound of someone slipping inside. Perfect silence...and then the waves return like a hiccup of the world.
He moves quickly then, a silent shadow in the corner that slinks onto Kyle's bed with barely any movement of the mattress, though if the vampire's awake, Chris doesn't doubt he's known. Still, he keeps up the illusion of a lurid creature creeping into Kyle's bed as he crawls over the man's hips with their thin cotton. He could rip that easily...he just might and fix it later.
For now, he grabs Kyle's wrists to pin them over his head while his knees clamp in around Kyle's hips, wings flare aout behind him to catch what light there is. He's dressed for the occasion and uses a touch of magic to make his eyes glow purple.]
Hello, Dr. Valenti...don't you just look...enticing?
[ Kyle had dosed off a bit in the time he had been waiting for Chris. Not in any sense not excited to see him but because he trusts Chris that much and the sound of the ocean lulls him to sleep.
He comes to suddenly, finding himself pinned to the bed with the other man perched over him, his wings blocking out much of the light. It left the purple intensely glowing over him, and allows him enough light to pick out the barely there outfit.]
Me?
[ He's barely dressed, but nothing like the way Chris looks before him. Wild and sensual and utterly beautiful ]
You look delicious.
[ Even as he says it, he arches up against the other, just to feel his body against Chris'. ]
[Kyle arches up against him and it pulls a small, pleased (if surprised), hiss from Chris. He shifts again so he can rub the bulging leather of his pants against the hardening line in that thin cotton.]
Dressed up just for you, darling.
[He leans down to bite and suck at Kyle's nipple, pepper kisses across his chest, and then settle at his neck to bite and suck a mark there for how short it would last. Chris pulls back to hunch further over his 'prey' as his hands keep their hold on Kyle's wrists with more strength than that of a normal human's hold and he presses their chests together.]
Here's what I have for you...unless you want to try and save yourself and turn the tables, I'm going to ride you into this bed. When I've got you buried inside me, I'm going to put a toy I've brought in you...then, if you're really good, I might even split your pretty skin a little. What do you think, handsome?
[He said it like it had already been decided, but this was half the set up of their scene and half check in for negotiation with a window to change what it would look like and an option to completely change the scene entirely, if desired. It was a little looser than Chris typically liked to play, but...he felt like he knew Kyle well enough and, more importantly, trusted his lover well enough.]
[ Groaning out the words as he feels teeth on skin and the press of hard flesh and leather against the hard line of his cock. More and more there have been games and play between them and ask those moments grow more wicked and benefit from their trust in one another, more and more Kyle finds himself lost in these moments.
And while he's used to Chris' dominant nature with him, and enjoying that between them, he can't help but to want more. ]
You think you can do that?
[ Not that he's fighting him in the least. Not that he isn't writhing, grinding up against him with a low, needy sound. ]
Though I should warn, if you wear me out that much... spill blood... I might need to take some back.
[ The words are soft and breathy, already revealing how much the words have effected him. Just the thought of taking Chris' blood as he comes from riding him and it's nearly enough to make him want to push and take and claim. ]
[Chris leans in closer, a hand coming to rest on Kyle's chest to put his weight there. Weight that flickers into a stronger press as he casts Bear's Strength on himself to match that of most vampires.]
I do...and if you've a need to take some blood back, then you certainly know where to get it, don't you?
[Chris keeps the hand pinned to Kyle's chest and scoots back just far enough on his perch to reach into his lover's pants and take hold of his gorgeous cock.]
Now...will you behave long enough for me to get us out of these clothes or are you gonna struggle and risk making a mess of what you've got on?
[He'd Mend whatever he tore, but he wasn't about to rip into Kyle's clothing without some warning. Besides, really, it was his own clothes that were the problem, but he'd deal with that soon enough.]
[ Between one breath and the next there is suddenly a weight on his chest. First that of Chris' hand but then there's more. Heavy and solid and maybe he could fight it? He's not even sure, but he doesn't care. It feels good and it makes his breath hard to draw and he likes that as well.
He can't help but bring one hand up, fingers curling around Chris' wrist but not making any move to get away from him. Just wanting to feel his pulse, the warmth of his skin and just knowing that it's the other man and not something else... and yet it's something else all together. ]
OH I definitely know where I'm going to get blood before this is over. I can't wait.
[ He aches for Chris' touch as much as he wants his blood, and yet he wants to play the game, to go along with it.
Kyle doesn't know about mending but he knows one thing. He's loving it all. ]
Maybe? I suppose.
[ Yet even as he says it, he writhes, fingers caressing over Chris' wrist, taunting the other man to see what he'll do. ]
[Kyle's pressing the boundaries and Chris might as well 'reward' him in his curiosity. That strength is in both arms and the hand curled around Kyle's cock strokes and pumps him gently before letting go entirely and fisting in the seam of Kyle's pants. The crotch doesn't stand much of a chance with how thin the fabric is and Chris pulls it apart to have better access. At least some lube would be wise for the both of them and Chris reaches into his pant's pocket next to grab the small bottle he'd brought.
His teeth help with the lid even though he's sure his 'captive' wouldn't try to flee, it was part of the illusion. He does put the bottle back when he's got what he's after and fists his hand around Kyle's cock again to stroke the lube over it. It wasn't exactly generous, but it's enough and he wastes no time making quick work of his own pants with climbing off his lover to strip below the waist.
Any pretense at resistance Kyle offers is met with firm strength and sharp warning look, though he keeps a sharp eye for any doubt or genuine discomfort in case he needs to meet it with a softer touch or a kiss.]
Let's see how good you'll be for me now, Kyle...cock filling me, blood on my hands, your voice ringing in the air...I bet you'll be exquisite.
[Certainly, he wastes no time on one of those as he straddles Kyle again, angles his cock with the hand not holding him down, and sinks down on it slowly and with a sharp hiss. He doesn't bottom often, as welcome as he is for it, and the lack of true preparation puts a burn in him that Chris relishes and arches into.]
[ There's this part of Kyle that knows that their play together is just that. The weight on his chest is an agreement between them, just as their words are. And yet he knows that Chris is capable of more, but that is nothing in his mind in that moment.
This is about offering himself to a man he cares about, one he knows he's falling for, and knowing that he will be taking as much as he gives and that delights him as well. How much between them is shared. Any imbalances are by choice, and something in that Kyle loves.
Even if right now feels all about him.
The raw excitement of having the cloth literally ripped from him. The slick strokes of Chris' hand and he whimpers at the sensation. He might be pinned by his chest but he can't help the way his hips roll, fucking himself up into that slick grip. ]
I'll give you everything, Chris. Everything I can.
[ Meaning those words even as he feels the tightness around his cock. Hot and almost too tight, a rough stroke even as Chris takes Kyle without hesitation. ]
That's it. Come on, Gorgeous, take it all. Show me you can take it all.
[He hears that call like a challenge and he can't help meeting it. Any intention to take his lover in slowly is throw out entirely as Chris shifts his legs wider over Kyle's hips and takes him down to the root without preamble. It sends a spike of sensation up his spine that has Chris moaning and tossing his head back with the pleasure. He's greedy and needy, however, and he grinds down on Kyle before finally placing his hands on the other man's shoulders and giving a roll of his hips. The friction is intense and his body is quick to turn tight around his lover, but he continues their deep, if languid, pace.
Green eyes stare down at Kyle, golden curls framing the cleric's face as a black light traces over his hands where they meet skin. A chilled bite ripples under Kyle's skin, bringing with it an ache that's slow to bury itself into his muscles.]
Gods...how you stretch me...how deep in me you are. Only sorry I can't have more. But you can....you can take this from me, can't you, lovely? Can you feel my magic sinking into you?
[ The needfulness that courses through Kyle is nothing to the sudden, intense flare of pleasure that shoots through him. Wildfire hot and racing through his body.
And then there's the magic that is suddenly ice cold and bitter in a way that is amazing to Kyle as he arches at the sensation of a new kind of pleasure possessing him.
For a moment Kyle is lost in the mixture of pleasure that overwhelms his senses for a moment.
Then it's Chris' voice that breaks him out of sinking into the sensations all around him, going through him and brings him into the moment as he draws a shuddering breath.
Dark eyes fluttering open, staring up at Chris. For a moment he's lost in that gilded beauty, the strength of the man above him. And then his hands move, sliding over his hips thighs and gripping his slender hips. ]
Feels amazing with your magic burning icy through me.
[ He smiles then, something dark and wicked. ]
I can take everything from you and give you all I can.
[ And it's everything he wants to do as he bucks up, driving himself deeper with a low sound of predatory need. Shifting to plant his feet on the bed, giving himself the leverage he needs to rock hard up into the other man, feel that tight heat around himself and give him all he can. ]
[He likes that dark smile. He likes the fire it puts in him and the hands on his hips send a shiver up his spine of anticipation. Please. The word runs through him but doesn't make it out of his mouth. He wasn't one to beg, but gods did he feel the urge as Kyle's hands grip tight and he trusts up into him.]
Fu-fuck. Kyle...
[He arches over his lover, his nails digging into the meat of those broad shoulders as he sends a stronger pulse of his magic through the vampire. Any natural resistance to necrotic magic is torn through with Chris' specialization. The veins under that richly tanned skin grow dark and branch out as it sears through Kyle.]
Don't you dare- don't you dare play nice with me now.
[ So often the relationship between them is more of Kyle giving himself to Chris and loving it, but then there's this moment and there's something intoxicating about the mixture of Chris taking what he wants and Kyle knowing he's going to give him everything he wants.
What they both want.
His fingers dig into soft skin, knowing he's going to leave bruises. No, not just knowing. Wanting to. Needing to leave his marks on Chris skin.
Just the same as he feels Chris' magic scorching through him, leaving his mark in Chris' own way.
He cries out, his entire body arching up off the bed. The sound twists, becoming a snarling growl as those dark lines that push through his body they echo around his eyes as his fangs extend. Pain and desire twisting within him as he drives his hips up. ]
Never.
[ A promise and a vow as he wraps one arm around Chris' hips, using that hold to draw him closer as Kyle half sits up. Leaning into Chris and using that angle to drive himself deeper even as his mouth brushes against Chris shoulder. Fangs brushing against the inside of his lip, and then grazing along skin as he does. ]
[He can't form words or thoughts around the gasping breaths which thrusts requires and he knows he must look, rolling his hips to meet those thrusts, legs spread and body quaking. How his nails dig deep and leave necrotic, black crescents behind that will take a day to fade. He needs this, needs Kyle's body against him, the way his cock digs into him and those fangs grow and Chris needs nothing more than the exquisite pleasure of his lover's dick and the sharp pinch of fangs.]
Yes.
[It's a hungry thing, the way he says it, and his nails drag sharply from shoulders around and down the other man's back as Chris holds him close...and tosses yet more magic, stronger magic, into the dig of his nails. Wide but shallow wounds tear down behind the trail of Chris' fingers, as though each bore a sharp talon he ripped at Kyle with.]
I'll take your blood....you take mine, darling-Ah!
[A harder thrust bows his back and stills his hips, even if not his nails, leaving him to cling to Kyle with all the desperation he feels.]
[ Kyle hasn't thought about how much he's ached for the sort of pain and delightful damage that can come in the heat of the moment. Not until this chance to have it once more. Each tear of nails on his skin, the split of it as he feels the magic seemingly singe his flesh in such an electric way.
His body writhes, the motion driving him deep as he snarls at the sensation. It's not just the cut of nails now and he knows. It's pain with exquisite pleasure and he very nearly loses all control then, feeling his entire body tremble with the way he new he could give into his release in that moment.
But not yet. Not ready to give into that before he has it all. ]
Any time you'll let me.
[ Grinding his hips against him, even as he nuzzles and kisses at Chris' neck. One hand clinging to his back to keep himself close. Sliding the other hand along Chris' hip, his fingers brushing along Chris' cock before wrapping around the length of him with a groan.
Then he strikes.
Burying his teeth fast and deep into the vein, an instant splash of blood over his tongue that makes him groan. A rough and needy sound as he fucks hard and fast into the other man, using the motion to stroke Chris' cock with his motions as he laps at the blood. ]
[The hand around his cock has his breathing turning to gasps and a need to thrust into that grip, but he barely has the time to think it before pain blossoms in his neck and Kyle's tongue reaps the reward and Chris' mind melts. The mix of pleasure and pain is perfect and there's no thoughts left in his mind for the way sensation overwhelms him. Kyle's tongue at his skin, drinking up his blood. Kyle's hand on his length, providing enough friction to yank Chris closer to that edge. Kyle's cock plowing into him with such exquisite force his air leaves him and keeps him gasping and clinging to the other man.
Chris' nails dig into the wounds and pulse a waver of necrotic magic through them, picking and pulling at them to linger and sting while he holds onto Kyle like it'll keep him from coming apart.
It doesn't. Not with the pace and the pain and the intimacy of the tongue at his neck and the hand on his cock. He falls apart in Kyle's lap with a sharp cry or pleasure, his spend spilling over the other man's hand. Bloody fingers curl around the back of Kyle's neck as he rolls his hips to encourage more from his lover.]
Kyle! Gods, yes...fuck me. Come in me. Have whatever you like.
[The 'please' doesn't make it out, but it's there in the undercurrent of his tone.]
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[Or worse, might not come back if he's sent home again. They just didn't know. ]
Where are you? What do you need?
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I suppose I might find out sometime, but for now I assume I won't.
I'm home. I'm
I think I'm okay. I could surely use some physical contact, maybe a bit of time being distracted, but it's not pressing.
A want over a need, which is nice. We've all enough weights lingering from before.
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Being there for you matters to me. You matter to me, Chris.
You want to come here? I can meet you somewhere. Just name the place.
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I'll come to you. Give me a chance to spread my wings.
I could climb in through your window.
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I admit, I find your wings pretty sexy.
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I have just the image in mind for you
I'll be there soon
[As soon as he's maybe...changed into something more appropriate for the 'creature of the night' look he's heading for.]
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[ And he does leave the window open, settling in on the bed as the salt air wafts into the room. Wearing thin black cotton pants and nothing else as he closes his eyes to listen to the waves. ]
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He moves quickly then, a silent shadow in the corner that slinks onto Kyle's bed with barely any movement of the mattress, though if the vampire's awake, Chris doesn't doubt he's known. Still, he keeps up the illusion of a lurid creature creeping into Kyle's bed as he crawls over the man's hips with their thin cotton. He could rip that easily...he just might and fix it later.
For now, he grabs Kyle's wrists to pin them over his head while his knees clamp in around Kyle's hips, wings flare aout behind him to catch what light there is. He's dressed for the occasion and uses a touch of magic to make his eyes glow purple.]
Hello, Dr. Valenti...don't you just look...enticing?
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He comes to suddenly, finding himself pinned to the bed with the other man perched over him, his wings blocking out much of the light. It left the purple intensely glowing over him, and allows him enough light to pick out the barely there outfit.]
Me?
[ He's barely dressed, but nothing like the way Chris looks before him. Wild and sensual and utterly beautiful ]
You look delicious.
[ Even as he says it, he arches up against the other, just to feel his body against Chris'. ]
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Dressed up just for you, darling.
[He leans down to bite and suck at Kyle's nipple, pepper kisses across his chest, and then settle at his neck to bite and suck a mark there for how short it would last. Chris pulls back to hunch further over his 'prey' as his hands keep their hold on Kyle's wrists with more strength than that of a normal human's hold and he presses their chests together.]
Here's what I have for you...unless you want to try and save yourself and turn the tables, I'm going to ride you into this bed. When I've got you buried inside me, I'm going to put a toy I've brought in you...then, if you're really good, I might even split your pretty skin a little. What do you think, handsome?
[He said it like it had already been decided, but this was half the set up of their scene and half check in for negotiation with a window to change what it would look like and an option to completely change the scene entirely, if desired. It was a little looser than Chris typically liked to play, but...he felt like he knew Kyle well enough and, more importantly, trusted his lover well enough.]
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[ Groaning out the words as he feels teeth on skin and the press of hard flesh and leather against the hard line of his cock. More and more there have been games and play between them and ask those moments grow more wicked and benefit from their trust in one another, more and more Kyle finds himself lost in these moments.
And while he's used to Chris' dominant nature with him, and enjoying that between them, he can't help but to want more. ]
You think you can do that?
[ Not that he's fighting him in the least. Not that he isn't writhing, grinding up against him with a low, needy sound. ]
Though I should warn, if you wear me out that much... spill blood... I might need to take some back.
[ The words are soft and breathy, already revealing how much the words have effected him. Just the thought of taking Chris' blood as he comes from riding him and it's nearly enough to make him want to push and take and claim. ]
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I do...and if you've a need to take some blood back, then you certainly know where to get it, don't you?
[Chris keeps the hand pinned to Kyle's chest and scoots back just far enough on his perch to reach into his lover's pants and take hold of his gorgeous cock.]
Now...will you behave long enough for me to get us out of these clothes or are you gonna struggle and risk making a mess of what you've got on?
[He'd Mend whatever he tore, but he wasn't about to rip into Kyle's clothing without some warning. Besides, really, it was his own clothes that were the problem, but he'd deal with that soon enough.]
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He can't help but bring one hand up, fingers curling around Chris' wrist but not making
any move to get away from him. Just wanting to feel his pulse, the warmth of his skin and just knowing that it's the other man and not something else... and yet it's something else all together. ]
OH I definitely know where I'm going to get blood before this is over. I can't wait.
[ He aches for Chris' touch as much as he wants his blood, and yet he wants to play the game, to go along with it.
Kyle doesn't know about mending but he knows one thing. He's loving it all. ]
Maybe? I suppose.
[ Yet even as he says it, he writhes, fingers caressing over Chris' wrist, taunting the other man to see what he'll do. ]
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[Kyle's pressing the boundaries and Chris might as well 'reward' him in his curiosity. That strength is in both arms and the hand curled around Kyle's cock strokes and pumps him gently before letting go entirely and fisting in the seam of Kyle's pants. The crotch doesn't stand much of a chance with how thin the fabric is and Chris pulls it apart to have better access. At least some lube would be wise for the both of them and Chris reaches into his pant's pocket next to grab the small bottle he'd brought.
His teeth help with the lid even though he's sure his 'captive' wouldn't try to flee, it was part of the illusion. He does put the bottle back when he's got what he's after and fists his hand around Kyle's cock again to stroke the lube over it. It wasn't exactly generous, but it's enough and he wastes no time making quick work of his own pants with climbing off his lover to strip below the waist.
Any pretense at resistance Kyle offers is met with firm strength and sharp warning look, though he keeps a sharp eye for any doubt or genuine discomfort in case he needs to meet it with a softer touch or a kiss.]
Let's see how good you'll be for me now, Kyle...cock filling me, blood on my hands, your voice ringing in the air...I bet you'll be exquisite.
[Certainly, he wastes no time on one of those as he straddles Kyle again, angles his cock with the hand not holding him down, and sinks down on it slowly and with a sharp hiss. He doesn't bottom often, as welcome as he is for it, and the lack of true preparation puts a burn in him that Chris relishes and arches into.]
Fuck you feel good...
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This is about offering himself to a man he cares about, one he knows he's falling for, and knowing that he will be taking as much as he gives and that delights him as well. How much between them is shared. Any imbalances are by choice, and something in that Kyle loves.
Even if right now feels all about him.
The raw excitement of having the cloth literally ripped from him. The slick strokes of Chris' hand and he whimpers at the sensation. He might be pinned by his chest but he can't help the way his hips roll, fucking himself up into that slick grip. ]
I'll give you everything, Chris. Everything I can.
[ Meaning those words even as he feels the tightness around his cock. Hot and almost too tight, a rough stroke even as Chris takes Kyle without hesitation. ]
That's it. Come on, Gorgeous, take it all. Show me you can take it all.
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Green eyes stare down at Kyle, golden curls framing the cleric's face as a black light traces over his hands where they meet skin. A chilled bite ripples under Kyle's skin, bringing with it an ache that's slow to bury itself into his muscles.]
Gods...how you stretch me...how deep in me you are. Only sorry I can't have more. But you can....you can take this from me, can't you, lovely? Can you feel my magic sinking into you?
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And then there's the magic that is suddenly ice cold and bitter in a way that is amazing to Kyle as he arches at the sensation of a new kind of pleasure possessing him.
For a moment Kyle is lost in the mixture of pleasure that overwhelms his senses for a moment.
Then it's Chris' voice that breaks him out of sinking into the sensations all around him, going through him and brings him into the moment as he draws a shuddering breath.
Dark eyes fluttering open, staring up at Chris. For a moment he's lost in that gilded beauty, the strength of the man above him. And then his hands move, sliding over his hips thighs and gripping his slender hips. ]
Feels amazing with your magic burning icy through me.
[ He smiles then, something dark and wicked. ]
I can take everything from you and give you all I can.
[ And it's everything he wants to do as he bucks up, driving himself deeper with a low sound of predatory need. Shifting to plant his feet on the bed, giving himself the leverage he needs to rock hard up into the other man, feel that tight heat around himself and give him all he can. ]
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Fu-fuck. Kyle...
[He arches over his lover, his nails digging into the meat of those broad shoulders as he sends a stronger pulse of his magic through the vampire. Any natural resistance to necrotic magic is torn through with Chris' specialization. The veins under that richly tanned skin grow dark and branch out as it sears through Kyle.]
Don't you dare- don't you dare play nice with me now.
[He certainly wasn't planning on it.]
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What they both want.
His fingers dig into soft skin, knowing he's going to leave bruises. No, not just knowing. Wanting to. Needing to leave his marks on Chris skin.
Just the same as he feels Chris' magic scorching through him, leaving his mark in Chris' own way.
He cries out, his entire body arching up off the bed. The sound twists, becoming a snarling growl as those dark lines that push through his body they echo around his eyes as his fangs extend. Pain and desire twisting within him as he drives his hips up. ]
Never.
[ A promise and a vow as he wraps one arm around Chris' hips, using that hold to draw him closer as Kyle half sits up. Leaning into Chris and using that angle to drive himself deeper even as his mouth brushes against Chris shoulder. Fangs brushing against the inside of his lip, and then grazing along skin as he does. ]
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Yes.
[It's a hungry thing, the way he says it, and his nails drag sharply from shoulders around and down the other man's back as Chris holds him close...and tosses yet more magic, stronger magic, into the dig of his nails. Wide but shallow wounds tear down behind the trail of Chris' fingers, as though each bore a sharp talon he ripped at Kyle with.]
I'll take your blood....you take mine, darling-Ah!
[A harder thrust bows his back and stills his hips, even if not his nails, leaving him to cling to Kyle with all the desperation he feels.]
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His body writhes, the motion driving him deep as he snarls at the sensation. It's not just the cut of nails now and he knows. It's pain with exquisite pleasure and he very nearly loses all control then, feeling his entire body tremble with the way he new he could give into his release in that moment.
But not yet. Not ready to give into that before he has it all. ]
Any time you'll let me.
[ Grinding his hips against him, even as he nuzzles and kisses at Chris' neck. One hand clinging to his back to keep himself close. Sliding the other hand along Chris' hip, his fingers brushing along Chris' cock before wrapping around the length of him with a groan.
Then he strikes.
Burying his teeth fast and deep into the vein, an instant splash of blood over his tongue that makes him groan. A rough and needy sound as he fucks hard and fast into the other man, using the motion to stroke Chris' cock with his motions as he laps at the blood. ]
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Chris' nails dig into the wounds and pulse a waver of necrotic magic through them, picking and pulling at them to linger and sting while he holds onto Kyle like it'll keep him from coming apart.
It doesn't. Not with the pace and the pain and the intimacy of the tongue at his neck and the hand on his cock. He falls apart in Kyle's lap with a sharp cry or pleasure, his spend spilling over the other man's hand. Bloody fingers curl around the back of Kyle's neck as he rolls his hips to encourage more from his lover.]
Kyle! Gods, yes...fuck me. Come in me. Have whatever you like.
[The 'please' doesn't make it out, but it's there in the undercurrent of his tone.]