Re: Damon + Samandriel
The press of skin to skin was a delicious heat that Samandriel had ached for. His hips bucked up into Damon's hand, his mouth meeting the other man's with equal intensity. He wasn't yielding completely, not yet. He stretched for the nightstand, fingers catching on the drawer pull. The young angel managed to open it and get his hand around the bottle of lube inside.
"I can feel you wanting to bite me," he murmured when the kiss broke. He thought. Perhaps it wasn't so much Damon's desire to bite, his instinct for it, but rather Samandriel's need to be bitten. "Like some part of you really, really wants to ruin me for everyone else."