The vampire leaned forwards mouth at his lover's throat, kissing and nuzzling as Russell's cock hardened under his touch. He curled his fingers tight around the erection and began stroking it.
Praise Eros certainly, he thought... but there was a foreboding at Russell's passionate words. Eros was the god of sexual obsession, of lust unchecked by reason or control, of falling in love without thought or consequence; a dangerous, hungry, desperate love that the ancients feared and shunned.
"Just kiss me," he whispered against the hot skin. "Touch me."