The gasping moan Harvestman gives in response, his body shuddering against Arashi's flesh, turns into a deep growl. He takes his slick fingers and runs them teasingly against Arashi's hole, slipping one inside. He stops stroking them, moving his hand to the other's hip to pin him down.
"I want my name on your lips." It's a command, his voice thick and guttural. He leans back, sliding another finger inside Arashi, stretching him at an achingly slow pace. The power he hides, the predator he pushes down is all on display, waiting to devour the vampire underneath him.
Smiling wickedly, he slides his free hand along Arashi's scars, watching him with a deep hunger. "I want you to beg me, Arashi. Tell me you're mine."
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Date: 2014-07-02 07:00 am (UTC)"I want my name on your lips." It's a command, his voice thick and guttural. He leans back, sliding another finger inside Arashi, stretching him at an achingly slow pace. The power he hides, the predator he pushes down is all on display, waiting to devour the vampire underneath him.
Smiling wickedly, he slides his free hand along Arashi's scars, watching him with a deep hunger. "I want you to beg me, Arashi. Tell me you're mine."