Oh, fuck, oh, fuck, oh, fuck was about all Ariel's mind could manage. There were claws now, breaking skin without meaning to but not stopping. He didn't want it to stop. He wanted to fuck Amadeus's mouth until his lover had no choice but to drink him down. And with what the Tremere was doing to him, that would happen sooner rather than later. So close - he was so fucking close!
And then it was being stopped and Ariel was growling deeply, viciously as Amadeus pulled away - but the teasing didn't stop. If he were alive, he would have been panting and his skin would have been terribly flushed. It was certainly a test of his willingness to kiss a mouth full of sharp fangs because there were more than there had been before. He was losing himself a little bit. But he couldn't help it when Amadeus knew how to press all of his buttons.
So while the Elder Kindred settled between his thighs, kissed him... Ariel squeezed and used just the pure force of his annoyance to roll them and settle on top. Clawed hands braced on Amadeus's chest, fingers flexing and creating short but deep scratches. His eyes were dark, gaze heated. "Enough."