Romain finished undressing first and was waiting for Darcy upon the bed. In some things, Romain found drawing it out a form of foreplay. Causing anticipation in himself and the other. So he had teased his boy, almost bites and grazing of his fangs over his delicate skin waiting until he asked for the bite himself. And finally it came. When Darcy sat upon the bed with his hair down, his pale body bare before his eyes, Romain could only marvel over his perfection.
Then he had to go and say something so very tantalizing. He knew Darcy had been owned by a Were before, but before him? Anything could have happened. it pleased him to know this. "Hush your fears and come here," he said as he settled against the ornate headboard. "I will make it pleasurable for you." he waited for Darcy to come further onto the bed and pulled him into his lap. Making Darcy straddle him. then, slowly, running his hands up over his youthful body.
"You are like a treasure gifted to me, pure and perfect," he murmured as he leaned in to kiss his lips softly.