Amadeus had never let loose that intensely on any lover before. There was a part of him that had known what would happen if he did which was why he had tried the sparring instead of considering this as their first option. As Ariel peered up, Amadeus brushed his lips over his. "I'm sorry, baby."
The Tremere didn't even pay attention to all the extra stuff still being there as he slid an arm around his lover to pull him closer and reached down to thread his fingers through those clawed ones. As it was he was tempted to—well, pet was really the only word for it wasn't it—the fur on Ariel's back but didn't. It was more to avoid overstimulating the Gangrel more than any desire to not make a thing out of it. "If it's any consolation, it helped." And it had. Right now he felt more relaxed than he had in days. He wasn't even going think about that that there likely something that was going to come along fuck that sooner rather than later.