[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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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.]