No, nope. He was not going to admit how much he liked having Amadeus's hands on him right now. It was almost like being pet and he was very close to losing himself entirely. Enough that he wasn't at all listening to his lover's words or attempting to comprehend them. They were too complicated right now.
But when he smelled blood, he knew that he had won - at least, this round anyway. Ariel shifted enough to help settled onto his lover, making a pleased sound in the back of his throat that was definitely not human. As much as he enjoyed the mental picture of being on his stomach and fucked, he had already planned on riding. His lover didn't need to tell him that much.
His hips rolled sharp and fast, a growling whine punctuating each one. Oh yes, Ariel was gone for the moment, lost in pleasure. The best he could do was attempt to not cut Amadeus any more though each movement, his hands slipped a little and thin, little cuts from his claws were starting to pepper the Tremere's chest.