It was hard not to be keenly aware of the trust Ariel was offering up as he pressed against Amadeus' fangs. Amadeus could so easily drain him dry but the Elder wasn't so interested in the blood that Ariel had to offer as he was the pleasure he knew that his bite would bring. Few things were sweeter than that.
The scratch of nails caused Amadeus to gasp against the skin that his mouth still rested against. The pain of it quickly turned to pleasure because in the end, the two weren't so different from each other, and right now all that matter was being able to feel something. The wonderful thing about Kindred bodies was they could take a lot of abuse and were always quickly forgiving of it. And the great thing about being a vampire was it made you a lot less squeamish about using blood in creative ways.
Amadeus's mouth licked and sucked the skin of Ariel's neck as he shifted his own body. He flicked his ringed finger over the palm of his hand so that blood welled up in then slid that hand down between them, leaving a trail of blood against Ariel's paler flesh before he finally reached his goal. His tongue lapped against the other Kindred's skin one more time before sinking his fangs in at the same time that Amadeus thrust into his body.