"And yet you go to your knees so easily," Armand points out, ruthless, enjoying the role.
It's a gift, being able to do this with Daniel -- to Daniel -- and he understands that better now than he did back in San Francisco, when he took what he wanted without asking for it, reading acceptance between the lines. He wonders briefly if it's better to think of it as fate, the reason that boy wandered into their lives. Simply a step on a path to lead them both here. If it absolves him from what he's done. If either of them need to be absolved.
As Daniel leans back, he puts his hands on his fledgling's hips and pulls him close without much effort, until the curve of his hard cock in his pants is snugged up into the vee of Daniel's legs. The height of the altar is strangely convenient -- Armand isn't entirely sure it was this height when they first entered.
That done, he goes back to running his hands up and down over Daniel's belly and chest, mapping out the well-known shape of his body once more.
"Should I flay you alive, sweetheart? I could peel the skin from your bones and we could see how fast it heals." He sets his thumbnail against Daniel's sternum, just below his collarbone, and pulls it downwards -- deep enough to cut, but not too deep. Drawing a line down his ribcage. His fangs slip down as the smell of blood hits the air; he rolls his hips to push up against Daniel's body.
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It's a gift, being able to do this with Daniel -- to Daniel -- and he understands that better now than he did back in San Francisco, when he took what he wanted without asking for it, reading acceptance between the lines. He wonders briefly if it's better to think of it as fate, the reason that boy wandered into their lives. Simply a step on a path to lead them both here. If it absolves him from what he's done. If either of them need to be absolved.
As Daniel leans back, he puts his hands on his fledgling's hips and pulls him close without much effort, until the curve of his hard cock in his pants is snugged up into the vee of Daniel's legs. The height of the altar is strangely convenient -- Armand isn't entirely sure it was this height when they first entered.
That done, he goes back to running his hands up and down over Daniel's belly and chest, mapping out the well-known shape of his body once more.
"Should I flay you alive, sweetheart? I could peel the skin from your bones and we could see how fast it heals." He sets his thumbnail against Daniel's sternum, just below his collarbone, and pulls it downwards -- deep enough to cut, but not too deep. Drawing a line down his ribcage. His fangs slip down as the smell of blood hits the air; he rolls his hips to push up against Daniel's body.