He hadn't really been thinking about what it would be like to taste Amadeus's blood, to feel that power within it. That was an addiction waiting to happen but he didn't back down, taking that taste as it was offered and kissing the other deep with a soft, needy groan escaping him. His arms went around Amadeus's neck as the Elder kindred stood just for balance's sake. Honestly, Ariel was so lost in kissing the other that he didn't seem to notice the jerks and bumps that came with hitting furniture. It didn't matter. As long as he didn't get pulled away from Amadeus, everything would be fine.
Ariel braced himself on his elbows as he was finally laid back, watching almost helplessly as the other stripped his shirt off. "Fuck," he breathed, licking his bottom lip slightly, the taste of Amadeus's blood still present and the effects of letting the blood do its work beginning to manifest. As Amadeus pressed close again, one hand lifted to the back of his neck, urging him forward though it was unnecessary. There wasn't that feeling of intense power like Amadeus's blood but he had once been told he tasted of wild things - the sensation of running through the woods under a starry night sky.
As they kissed, once again a dance of blood and teeth and tongue, his free hand slipped between them. For a moment, he fumbled with unfamiliarity but then he found the belt and pulled it roughly open so he could get to Amadeus's fly. The pants needed to go. All of the layers needed to go. He could not stress that enough.