It's not mechanical, he thinks, the pleasure he feels for that moment of resistance. Daniel's heel against the mattress, muscles pushing back as if to take him deeper and faster, strong and alive. As vital as he was when Armand took him into his arms (both times) and bit his throat (both times)—
No, more. Not the quivering, sacrificial thing. Something else, something he has made, touching him intimately and clutching around his cock and only struggling so he can get more of it.
Armand does that, burying in and pressing down. Long arms sliding around, pushing in between bed and back, shoulders. Their proportions makes this easier, a vampiric tolerance for the strain of mobility and the demands being imposed on Daniel's body that allows Armand to have him like this as well as snake up a hand to find a handful of silver curls and coax Daniel's head back.
Because he wants to drink from his throat. Wants that sense of submission, of repeat, of demand. Armand pressing his mouth against the side of it, hot breath and warm tongue and lips felt first in open mouthed kiss.
no subject
No, more. Not the quivering, sacrificial thing. Something else, something he has made, touching him intimately and clutching around his cock and only struggling so he can get more of it.
Armand does that, burying in and pressing down. Long arms sliding around, pushing in between bed and back, shoulders. Their proportions makes this easier, a vampiric tolerance for the strain of mobility and the demands being imposed on Daniel's body that allows Armand to have him like this as well as snake up a hand to find a handful of silver curls and coax Daniel's head back.
Because he wants to drink from his throat. Wants that sense of submission, of repeat, of demand. Armand pressing his mouth against the side of it, hot breath and warm tongue and lips felt first in open mouthed kiss.