Call it what you want

sam So please please please, let me get what I want this time As before, Remi's blood tasted too good. Sam could happily drink nothing but this for the rest of his life, if it were not for the unfortunate source. When he took fluid from the Gods it was more efficient, yes, but there was something about taking it from a living, breathing person...Remi's breath and desperate hands most definitely helping the experience. He moaned himself at the ecstasy that had apparently always been so easy to come by, beginning to shrug out of his shirt - he didn't feel the cold anyway and he thought it would be easier than Remi pushing his way into it constantly. Once that was done he leaned in close, slowing his sucking so he could continue longer as he gingerly moved to unfasten Remi's shirt and lay his hands on the mans bare chest. Taking just a little every so often but staying connected felt strangely intimate, fond, like something one would do with a lover. Sam's fingertips beat out a little pattern onto Remi's chest, but he didn't move to touch anything else, not wanting to break the eggshell-fragile atmosphere in the cave.