Harvestman chuckles, a wicked little sound that vibrates against Arashi's throat. Using that flexibility and grace he kept hidden so well, he pulls the two of them upward, shifting so that Arashi was now in his lap. He fists the collar of the vampire's robe and yanks it down partway, exposing his chest, and pulls it tight to trap Arashi's arms to his sides. He had no intention of taking it off entirely; Arashi looked too damn hot in it.

"Will you?" He presses them closes, sighing at the sensation of the dogtags pressed against his skin. Then he trails a line of savage kisses from Arashi's neck down, pausing only to speak. "Tell me how you wanna get fucked, Arashi. Tell me how bad you want it, how hard it makes you."