Samandriel smirked up at Carrick, allowing himself to be outwardly smug for the first time during their day together. "Yes, Erastes," he said, positioning himself properly as he leaned in, dragging his tongue over the length of Carrick through his trousers.
His hands massaged ancient thighs as tongue shifted to a scrape of teeth that would most definitely be felt and teeth and tongue moved to undo first his belt and then the close of his trousers. The man's fae might have had a good deal of tricks up his sleeve, but that didn't mean Samandriel didn't either. He'd learned a great deal in his short time being human. Worshiping the thick length of Carrick through his pants was something that went straight to Samandriel's head. He wanted him in his mouth desperately, but knew better than to stop teasing them both before Carrick was ready.