Carrick nodded. "Have fun, Hermes." He looked at Samandriel, who still seemed painfully hard. "We're certainly going to."
Once the Fae had left, the intensity of Carrick's gaze only grew. He slipped his suit jacket from his shoulders, laying it to one side, then slowly removed his waistcost and opened the top two buttons of his shirt. He unfastened his cuffs and rolled back the sleeves of his dark shirt, the white skin of his chest and forearms seeming even paler against his dark clothes. That was enough for the moment. He chose to remain clothed for the moment, the better to assert his dominance over the naked boy who stood before him.
He stepped forwards and placed a hand on Samandriel's erection, fondling it with slow, knowing hunger.
"You make such delicious noises when you're in pleasure, eremenos. Let's add a little pain, and see if you still sound as good."
He leaned forwards, letting his mouth ghost over the soft hair and the curve of Samandriel's ear.
"You don't have to scream yet. But you will. When I chain your hands above your head and whip every inch of your lovely flesh."
The vampire drew Samandriel back to the bed, and piled the pillows in the centre. "Lie over them with your legs spread," he instructed. The face-down position would leave the angel with his ass and thighs exposed, and his cock hanging down for whatever rough caresses Carrick desired.