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Byron Wickes (onthefence) wrote in cirque_rp,

Byron had always found a way around emotional confrontations to lead them in more primal directions. He enjoyed the utter loss of sense others gave into to fulfil their desires. It was the one thing he could say that he took real joy in beside watching someone panic as they realized they were about to die.

The new twist to allowed his own blood to flow out with ease- the well-fed vampire never had much of a problem drying up. Byron moaned against the wood, not caring if the knife staying in place or not now that they headed towards more fun. Another groan followed as the bloodied fingers slid around him. Byron's hand having moved away when the other's pants fell, he held onto the wrist bindings.

Condensation curled the vampire's dark hair as it fell into his face. He let out a breathy groan; the feeling of Duncan's stiff length plunging into him with blood as the lubricant had Byron aching. Another breath and he started to shift his hips back and forth against Duncan. "Big bad Sawney afraid to bite?" He teased, his accent heavier than usual and his tone husky with desire. Grabbing one of Duncan's wrists, Byron quickly pulled it up to his mouth and bit down to drink from him.