Ariel made a very frustrated sound when Amadeus pulled away from the kiss, knowing full well that he had just given his lover a second growl for his tally. Sometimes, he worried that the growing collection of fangs would one day become a dealbreaker and Amadeus would no longer desire to kiss him... He decided not to think about it now.
He pulled at Amadeus's hair, trying to resist the urge to growl further. Each kiss and press of teeth, as he went lower, was equally torturous and unsatisfying. And then the stroking fucking stopped too and he grit his teeth, swallowing his frustration so he wouldn't give Amadeus the satisfaction of the rumble that was trying to form deep in his chest.
Managing to glimpse down at Amadeus as his legs were being shifted, he was suddenly not mad anymore, and instead, there was a deep anticipation--and then there was a sharpness that made him cry out. His body writhed and his fingers twisted deeper into dark hair. But the differences between them was noticeable in that immediate moment. Ariel kept his wits about him as he watched when Amadeus would have been completely lost to sensation.