Arashi lets his head fall back with a breathless laugh that trails right into a shivering moan. "God damn I love it when you talk dirty to me." His fingernails rake down Harvestman's back, inside the robe that the other vampire is likewise still wearing. He in no way indicates a desire to fully undress either one of them, however. That's on Harvestman.

"I'll make whatever sounds you want," Arashi purrs, his palms sliding back up and into Harvestman's hair, his legs drawing up invitingly against Harvestman's hips. "I want you to write your name on me with your teeth and tongue."