Iseul gasps out a surprised cry when Damian lifts him off his feet. Of course he has the strength for it despite his appearance. The fae’s glad of it since he’s feeling a little lightheaded between lust and blood loss. Those lissome arms naturally drape over Damian’s shoulders, hands clasping behind his neck to hold on even as his legs wrap more tightly around the vampire’s waist.

Each and every press of Damian’s lips again his skin leaves Iseul shivering in anticipation. His hands shift to tangle into that pale hair, maybe guiding just a little and very gently to the places he knows are the most sensitive; to the places he longs for the lips to kiss and those teeth to bite and scrape.

The initial intrusion causes Iseul to suck in a sharp breath as his head falls back against the tree trunk with a quiet thud. Fingers flex and tighten in Damian’s hair as that first probing digit works itself inside him. The fae draws in another long breath, using it to will himself to relax and accept what Damian is giving him. It’s everything Iseul asked for, everything he wanted and didn’t realize until mere moments ago.