Though it was relatively quiet as compared to the first time, the beast, the wolf, whatever one wanted to call it, was right there telling him to rip and tear. It was easier to ignore tonight. There was less of an emotional turmoil. But he definitely wasn't going to let Amadeus go anywhere. His lover was pinned and any movement from the neck up could potentially be devastating - at least for a moment.
One arm unwrapped from his lover's middle, a hand settling on Amadeus's thigh to help hike his legs up, making it easier for the Elder kindred. And Ariel was not stopping. As pleased as he was that he had gotten Amadeus over the edge, he wasn't as close as he might like to be. The thrusts were relentless still but he at least brought himself away from his lover's throat, kissing him hard, the taste of the Tremere's own blood on his lips and tongue.