"And reading something you've read countless times before is an exercise in futility. It's not going to change. The text will be the text will be the text until someone else fucks up the translation." He shifted on Carrick's hips, rolling his own as soon as he felt the barest twitch of interest in his Master's cock.
His fingers brushed slowly down the other man's chest, settling into an easy rhythm. "She and I are cut from two ends of the same cloth. I hardly need to tell you about her when you already know me. Besides, all the tales I could spin you would surely be..." He looked down at his Master's covered hips, "invigorating, I think you'd be far more pleased by the dance of watching the two of us together. Perhaps even joining in. I can't say I'd mind my face in her cunt while you fuck her, or my cock there while you fuck me or the both of us having her or..."
The shifter tipped his head to the side, showing off the bite marks still on his throat, "both of you feeding from me. All the things that could be done with two who know each other as well as she and I do, and that's not even including your extensive collection of...enhancers." He licked his lips again. "At any rate, she's very keen on meeting the one who's snared me so completely."