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The book of love is long and boring
Claws scratched down Sam's back and he shivered at the feeling, a sharper and louder moan coming from his lips, still muffled by Loren's neck. Despite the hunger in him, the natural desire to take as much blood as he could take, he felt like Loren was the one taking control of him - especially with the slap on his ass, which made him jolt with an amused laugh pushing out of the sides of his mouth.
"Mmm." Sam returned to Loren's word, his own speech hardly clear given how busy his mouth was - though he made a more alarmed noise as Loren pushed him back while at the same time seeming to want to pull him forwards; he removed his teeth from Loren's neck, lips red with his blood but not wanting to accidentally hurt him further. "...Let's...come with me." Sam reached for his hand and quickly, eagerly, stepped into the shower and pulled Loren to join him, making a pleased noise as the warm water hit his front.
Not that he'd simply enjoy that for long, though - as soon as Loren was with him he pressed a hard kiss against the Launceleyns lips; the Launceleyn would be able to taste his own blood in it, Sam's other hand trailing down his body to again loosely stroke Loren's cock. He parted, leaned back just enough to ask: "Do you..want to f-fuck me?" He stumbled a little on the actual word, but Sam had always struggled with putting voice to his sexual wants; the clear desire on his face made it obvious he wanted it very much indeed.
"Mmm." Sam returned to Loren's word, his own speech hardly clear given how busy his mouth was - though he made a more alarmed noise as Loren pushed him back while at the same time seeming to want to pull him forwards; he removed his teeth from Loren's neck, lips red with his blood but not wanting to accidentally hurt him further. "...Let's...come with me." Sam reached for his hand and quickly, eagerly, stepped into the shower and pulled Loren to join him, making a pleased noise as the warm water hit his front.
Not that he'd simply enjoy that for long, though - as soon as Loren was with him he pressed a hard kiss against the Launceleyns lips; the Launceleyn would be able to taste his own blood in it, Sam's other hand trailing down his body to again loosely stroke Loren's cock. He parted, leaned back just enough to ask: "Do you..want to f-fuck me?" He stumbled a little on the actual word, but Sam had always struggled with putting voice to his sexual wants; the clear desire on his face made it obvious he wanted it very much indeed.
No one can lift the damn thing
