Amadeus agreed that the layers needed to go. There were too many between them still and not nearly enough bare skin, especially now that blood was being pushed to other parts of his body. And while Ariel's blood may lack the power of his own, that taste of wildness hummed through his veins adding to his need and desire he had for the younger Kindred. Amadeus couldn't get enough of the taste of him and it wasn't just the blood, but the taste of Ariel in general.
They were not going to get free of the rest of their clothes like this and so regrettably Amadeus pulled away again, catching Ariel's bottom lip between his teeth as he did before letting go if it. The work already started on his pants, his belt and pants quickly got toss to land where ever his shirt may have earlier, his shoes becoming lost under the bed.
His own layers gone, his attention turned to ridding Ariel of his own. By the time Amadeus was done the floor was littered with clothes and nothing stood between them anymore. He covered Ariel once more, reveling in the feel of nothing between them as they pressed together, his fangs scraping over skin as his mouth moved down over the column of Ariel's neck and then his shoulder.