Honestly, Iseul won't notice the damage to his precious tree until later. He's too lost in all of Damian to realize what's happened at present. Nothing else exists but the press of that strong, cool body against his, the vampire's lips on his throat, and, oh, that divine cock driving into him over and over. That sweet friction obliterates all Iseul's thoughts and it seems like every stroke batters that sweet spot inside him, making him see stars.

Though they're short, his nails dig into Damian's back and shoulder, leaving angry red crescents behind. Both the pitch and volume of his voice rise as Damian pushes him closer and closer to the inevitable end. Just before it happens, Iseul's breath catches. His eyes grow wider and he manages to tangle one hand into Damian's hair to tug him up for another greedy kiss. It's hardly a kiss at all, though, Iseul merely moaning into his mouth. Every muscle goes taut, his stomach flutters, and his dick spasms a mere fraction of a second before he cums between their writhing bodies.