The vampire swallowed hard, his hands tightening unconsciously on the angel's skin as the blond undulated against him. His angel was voicing desires that Mitchell hadn't even realized he had, stirring something dark and possessive in him. He loved Samandriel for himself, recognized him as someone having independent wants and desires, but he couldn't deny the part of himself that saw his body as being on display for him, that reveled in the way that the teenager responded to his touch, so needy, and eager.
"Yeah," he murmured, his voice thick with want. He would send his angel to Carrick covered in his marks, well-used and well-loved. "You want that?"