[ Maybe Matt should feel some resistance to what's happening here, considering that in the all too recent past, someone spilled a great deal of his blood. If he closes his eyes and forgets not to linger on it, Matt can still feel the heat and vitality leaving his body.
He couldn't explain why this feels different. Only that it does--as different as a glooming night sans stars and the blaze of the Milky Way. The punctuation of nails nipping into skin, the husk of pleasure at his ear as his fingers sizzle flesh, the heavy grind of their hips: It's all intoxicating, pleasure and pain rising like a thermal. Marazhai bites his throat, and though it comes without the numbing balm a vampire's saliva would have back home, without the aphrodisiac simmer Armand's bite might leave, Matt finds himself crying out again, arousal throbbing hot and sudden between his legs. Without intending to, his nails dig into the stranger's back, scratching at old scars and freshly seared flesh alike. Matt's hips arch and rub at the stranger's, his cock beginning to ache as it strains at his fly. ]
You're wearing too much, [ he complains, breathless. He starts to tug at the laces of the leather top, forgetting for a moment that one of his hands is burning hot. ]
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He couldn't explain why this feels different. Only that it does--as different as a glooming night sans stars and the blaze of the Milky Way. The punctuation of nails nipping into skin, the husk of pleasure at his ear as his fingers sizzle flesh, the heavy grind of their hips: It's all intoxicating, pleasure and pain rising like a thermal. Marazhai bites his throat, and though it comes without the numbing balm a vampire's saliva would have back home, without the aphrodisiac simmer Armand's bite might leave, Matt finds himself crying out again, arousal throbbing hot and sudden between his legs. Without intending to, his nails dig into the stranger's back, scratching at old scars and freshly seared flesh alike. Matt's hips arch and rub at the stranger's, his cock beginning to ache as it strains at his fly. ]
You're wearing too much, [ he complains, breathless. He starts to tug at the laces of the leather top, forgetting for a moment that one of his hands is burning hot. ]