He tries to watch Harvestman. Really. It's just difficult when the other vampire is taking his dominant role this well. Arashi feels like his whole body is shaking, and he hasn't even come yet, although that's not going to take much longer -- he sobs and arches his back, and his hands slide down Harvestman's chest and back up again.

It's impossible to decide which sensation he wants more and he tries to move into all of them at once, hips writhing, body twisting, and Harvestman's name falls from his open mouth more than once.

When he comes, his nails tear flesh deep enough to draw blood, had there been any. He wants to breathe and can't, still, as he spills over Harvestman's fingers and seizes up around him. And yet he somehow finds the strength to wrap his legs around Harvestman's waist again, and his hands touch Harvestman's face delicately, drawing him almost close enough for a kiss. "Fuck, I love you," he murmurs. "Come in me."