Ariel was not entirely certain how he ended up on his belly. The movements had been quick and he was out of it enough that he had put up no resistance. But he seemed to be enjoying it because he stretched out as much as he could without dislodging Amadeus, thrusting back against him. His arms curled over his head, fingers in his hair, and half hiding his face.
He shivered at the teeth, fingers flexing and twisting into his own dark hair. Fucking Christ, did he really understand that, or was he getting lucky? Ariel grinned at the demand and made a very quick decision to just say, "No." Oh yes, let's poke the pent up Tremere with a sharp stick. He could take it - and he wanted to.