Mmf. I think I was right before. You really are a succubus.

[Oof. Yeah, now that they're starting to move, and the endorphins are slowly starting to wear away...yeah, his arms definitely hurt from holding that position. But it's a good kind of hurt, he discovers. Like having Adrian pull his hair. Or the slow burn of a bite after the initial sting has faded away.

But Adrian gives voice to the words he's been grasping for, and he echoes them gratefully.]

...I need you. Don't lemme go.

[There are so many things he feels, just then. The stroke of Adrian's thumbs along his sore skin. The slick heat of still being buried so deep inside him. The residual pull in his shoulders. The heaviness of the collar secured snugly around his throat. The sting of his split lip. The weight of his eyelids as he fights to keep them open. He's so tired, but it's so different from the bone-weary, empty tired he remembers from the aftermath of fighting Dio.

He's been put through another wringer by another vampire, now, and the outcomes couldn't be more different.]

...Hey. Were you crying...?