Perhaps the path to a better way was something Carrick could actually find himself on. It didn't matter entirely. These moments would have to be enough for the time being, enough for Carrick to allow himself to learn something new.
Gently, he moved the vampire's hands aside, taking easy care of the clothes himself. He didn't think Carrick had ever felt truly treasured in someone else's hands, not as Helios and not as the vampire his owners had made him into.
He took his time, making absolutely certain that there was no part of Carrick that went without the benefit of his lips, his fingers or both. Even as he moved down the warrior's body, he shifted his wings so that they kept him covered. Warm. Safe.
He kissed the inside of Carrick's thighs, fingers sliding further down his legs, eventually to skirt over the tops of his feet and back up his legs again as he pressed more kisses to the insides of his knees.