No one in there right mind would have admitted to anything so low as thinking someone was sad, and that was the main reason why Langston had never said anything to that effect. No, he dealt with things in real time, using anything he learned about a person to guide his actions. Sometimes it meant a more gentle approach, and sometimes not. When it came right down to it, Langston was still convinced that he wasn't all bad -- he wanted to make people happy and sex was just the easiest way to do that. It made sense to him, and as far as Emyli was concerned, she didn't seem to mind their arrangement. Did Langston feel a little like he was the type of person who would jump when someone called him? Maybe..but he'd known Emyli long enough to know that she didn't mean anything bad by it. It was just sex, right? And sex was sometimes better with someone you knew pretty well. Her quip had Langston laughing softly, nodding his head. "Maybe later," he said, taking a deep breath in at her neck. There was something stirring about how much the animal inside him responded to the way Emyli smelled like a feline, too. It was one of the first thing he'd noticed since he'd been turned -- a lot of people he knew smelled quite different. He hadn't really known that he had as many were friends as he did, but he had to admit it was kind of cool. Looking down at her face when he ground his hips, he had to own that he loved it when she looked at him like that. It made him feel insanely good and like he was doing something right, a mental pat on the back, almost. The little moan she gave made him feel that little bit more excited as he moved to try to get her to make the sound again.
The way she arched her back to press her breasts closer to his mouth was fucking hot and she knew it. Langston breathed against her skin as her circled her other nipple with his tongue, biting down softly on the flesh with a harder thrust of his hips. Emyli's hand in his hair made a groan catch in his throat as he squeezed his eyes shut. He'd always enjoyed a little pain mixed into the pleasure, but now that he was a bitten, his pain tolerance had ramped up to the point where he needed just that extra bit for it be pleasurable. When her hand stroked him through his pants, he moved against it, his mouth trailing against her skin until he caught her lips again. He kissed her, his lips pressing in an excited crush against hers before he moved to bite her neck. He kept the pressure gentle for the moment, but she was definitely getting him all worked up. A low groan, louder than before, passed his lips once she'd gotten his pants undone and she'd reached out to squeeze him. A low chuckle found its way to his lips at her smile and he lifted up so that he could wriggle out of the rest of his clothing. Really, it was just getting in the way of what he wanted. Reaching out to hook his fingers in the lacy waistband of Emyli's thong, he drew the material down her legs slowly, his fingertips dragging against her skin teasingly. Tossing it to the side, he brought his hips close to hers, his lips hungry against her mouth. It was just as much of a tease to him, but he ground his hips down against her, using his hand to brush just the tip of his length against her heat. He could tell she was just excited as he was, but he held back, biting at her lower lip and tasting her mouth with his tongue.