The first couple thrusts were always the best at peak tightness, like a deep massage in the best possible manner and something a mouth or a hand just could not replicate correctly. Arik allowed Stefan to pull him down into another kiss, a hum of a moan coming from him. Reaching down, he stroked Stefan's length as he increased his pace and kept their lips close to one another.
Blood was usually the best arousal technique for Arik, as it was for most vampires, but the vampire was mentally run down and sliding between the club-goer Arik and the professional, private Arik oddly left out the seeking hunger of his bloodlust. For the moment it was tender.
"I should be working," he murmured after another moan of pleasure. The cool heat of their bodies riding against each other making it hard for his tired mind to focus, but the ex-Hunter was stubborn and his mind would flit back to his work. Grabbing both of Stefan's legs, he pressed them up, pushing deep with a quick thrust and lingering for a moment before slowly pulling back and repeating. He wasn't sure how long his will could last before he would give in completely and take him hard.