On This Night

Samuel And he's smiling like he means it, and he's stretched out on his back And he's telling me now that he loves me, for the fifth or the sixth time, I can't keep track Sam was deliriously pleased enough from the blood and the feeling of claws against his hip (just dangerous enough to be delicious, just tender enough to be sweet) but then Remi rolled him and began to run his hand along them both. He grabbed around Remi's back onto his shoulder blades and pushed his hips up into the hand, tangling their legs even further together. He could feel the heat in his gut spreading down and bursting to a point in his groin, he knew soon he'd be undone; but there was something he needed first. Sam took his teeth away and whispered against Remi's jaw, quietly but so desperately, gasping through it: "P-please. Remi! Remi. I need y-you to. To fu--to...I w-want you insi...inside. Now." Sam licked the last drops of blood from Remi's neck that had fallen when he had pulled away then turned onto his back, hoping to pull Remi with him then open his legs with a clear invitation. This was how he had imagined it, and even though he knew he wouldn't last long with Remi inside him, he needed to know how it would feel.