[His chin raises slightly, offering his mouth up for the kiss Adrian bends to give him, and he shivers when he feels the touch of his fangs. It's been a while since Adrian fed, or so he assumes — it occurs to him, belatedly, that he doesn't really know. Maybe he'd found some for the times when he was in isolation; Trevor had mentioned it would help with the healing. Maybe he didn't want to ask for it the usual way.
It doesn't matter, though. He's healthy, he ate earlier today. And his neck is always there for the taking, he reminds himself, if Adrian feels good enough to want a bite.]
C'mon, we gotta...gotta get, mm, get it off. Pants. In the way.
[He is articulate and coherent, and also he made a grave miscalculation hoisting Adrian on top of him when his dick is still trapped in his boxers and now he's sitting on him, maddening friction and heat.]
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[His chin raises slightly, offering his mouth up for the kiss Adrian bends to give him, and he shivers when he feels the touch of his fangs. It's been a while since Adrian fed, or so he assumes — it occurs to him, belatedly, that he doesn't really know. Maybe he'd found some for the times when he was in isolation; Trevor had mentioned it would help with the healing. Maybe he didn't want to ask for it the usual way.
It doesn't matter, though. He's healthy, he ate earlier today. And his neck is always there for the taking, he reminds himself, if Adrian feels good enough to want a bite.]
C'mon, we gotta...gotta get, mm, get it off. Pants. In the way.
[He is articulate and coherent, and also he made a grave miscalculation hoisting Adrian on top of him when his dick is still trapped in his boxers and now he's sitting on him, maddening friction and heat.]
Clothes are the worst.