That nip to his lip had Amadeus groaning and as blood welled up from it he grabbed the back of Ariel's neck and jerked Ariel's mouth to his, devouring his mouth as the blood filled the kiss between them. Even that small amount of Amadeus's blood was no small thing. The younger Kindred would be able to feel the power in it, not only as the Blood of an Elder but a sixth-generation Tremere one at that.
Not willing to break the kiss to bother explaining the way to the bedroom, Amadeus slid his hands down and kept a hold of Ariel as he stood up and carried him there. If it had been his own Haven he would have been able to get there with his eyes closed but instead, they did bump into a few things on their way there until finally, Amadeus managed to get them to the bedroom.
He laid Ariel back upon the bed and only broke away from him long enough to shed his own shirt. All that aforementioned training had indeed given Amadeus a body of well-honed muscles that must didn't realize was hiding underneath the clothing he wore. Tossing the shirt aside, he rejoined Ariel, his own teeth returning the favor of the earlier nip.