All of this is almost too much. Too much of Damian's body against him, setting his skin on fire everywhere they touch. Too much of those fingers driving all sanity from him as they tease and prepare him. Too much of those biting kisses that he dearly hopes will leave marks in their wake to remind him (and anyone else who might see) where Damian's been. Oh, how he wishes each touch would sear him and leave a scar behind to prove that, yes, this passion is real; yes, this moment happened in reality, not some fever dream.
Iseul meets Damian's lips with a plaintive whine. A needy, pleading sort of sound. Ah, but he could taste his blood in the vampire's mouth -- piquant and metallic on his own tongue. A welcome addition to what Iseul tasted of him moments before. Knowing that that added flavor comes from him... there's something oddly erotic about it that goes straight to Iseul's cock -- as if it needs any further provocation to stand up proudly.
Somehow Damian's voice pulls him from drowning in the sea of sensations he's long craved. It's true what he said that there could be no others after this. Even one kiss was enough to determine that. It doesn't quite cut through the fog curling around his mind like some lazy cat. No, somehow his tone and cadence only add to that, but the rods ring clear and true at the same time. Each word plucks at something inside the fae, resonating physically within him. To be so adored, so desired...
Iseul pants out a soft moan, eyes fluttering before his gaze sharpens on his soon-to-be lover's face. "Take all you want of me, my sweet vampire. Feast on me as you will."
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Iseul meets Damian's lips with a plaintive whine. A needy, pleading sort of sound. Ah, but he could taste his blood in the vampire's mouth -- piquant and metallic on his own tongue. A welcome addition to what Iseul tasted of him moments before. Knowing that that added flavor comes from him... there's something oddly erotic about it that goes straight to Iseul's cock -- as if it needs any further provocation to stand up proudly.
Somehow Damian's voice pulls him from drowning in the sea of sensations he's long craved. It's true what he said that there could be no others after this. Even one kiss was enough to determine that. It doesn't quite cut through the fog curling around his mind like some lazy cat. No, somehow his tone and cadence only add to that, but the rods ring clear and true at the same time. Each word plucks at something inside the fae, resonating physically within him. To be so adored, so desired...
Iseul pants out a soft moan, eyes fluttering before his gaze sharpens on his soon-to-be lover's face. "Take all you want of me, my sweet vampire. Feast on me as you will."