The hitched, sucked in breath Harvestman takes is paired with his eyes flushing as red as the blood on Arashi's lips. They go wide, like a cat spotting prey, as he exhales with the barest hint of a whine. Then one hand cups the back of Arashi's neck and he's kissing him, possessive and near crushing. He releases his grip from Arashi's clothes to yank his own robe off, one-handed and not looking, but he doesn't undress Arashi. Instead he pins him against the porch again, slipping one hand in a tight grip with Arashi's and trailing the other down, capturing their cocks together.

His words are gone as he strokes them both in a slow, unhurried manner; his mouth is too busy nipping and sucking a path along Arashi's skin. He's too caught up to paint his name on the vampire's skin and his mouth turns gentle when touching a scar, but it's hard and fierce the second he passes over to smooth skin. He growls, deep and low, into flesh, his red-black eyes darting up to watch Arashi's expression.