“Because sometimes I like making things difficult for you,” Samandriel said, swatting Damon’s hand away. “You don’t wanna talk, I can think of better things for your mouth to be doing.” The angel bent forward, keeping his lips out of kissing distance as he fucked harder onto Damon, very definitely working towards getting him off. “Please,” he whispered, breathy and needy. “Fill me up and suck my cock, Damon.”
“Look who’s demanding now. Fuck,” he growled against the change in rhythm. He brought the angel’s lips down to his anyway, wanting them back. He held his hips steady for a moment, taking up the pace with his own hips. He adjusted them so he could drive in harder and faster. “I don’t know if I can bend that way. We have all night though. There are quite a few things we can to.” His laugh was throaty, and more of a groan, but he was a lot closer now.
Samandriel shifted his weight, using his wings to counter Damon’s thrusts sharply. “Shut up and come for me,” he said against those lips, nipping almost as though he had fangs of his own to tease the vampire with. With that in mind, he bowed his head, stretching his neck temptingly out, wanting Damon to snap his fangs down into flesh at the exact moment of his climax or at least somewhen close to there. “Damon.” It was a low, throaty moan, one Samandriel knew would go straight to his partner’s cock. “Wanna feel you. Please. Please.”
He was so close that he wasn’t going to argue, and he liked the bit of power that Samandriel was taking, so he gave it, going for both depth and speed, until he was right there. Fangs bared, eyes blackened, he bit. If there was any doubt that Damon wouldn’t know what to do as a vampire, those were quickly corrected when his fangs sank in, and he drank. It wasn’t as much as he would drink later, and the need would be more intense than it was now, but he liked it.
As his body convulsed, he wrapped them both in his arms, mouth secured in flesh. He pulled away with blood on his lips and quite a deep gash in Samandriel’s neck. He wasn’t that squeamish when it came to blood, but the force surprised him a little. It was only momentary, pulling Samandriel’s mouth over to his. He let go as the wounds were already healing. “Fuck,” he grinned, giving him a lighter kiss than the first. He did feel better, no argument about that.
The angel couldn’t help but groan as Damon took what was offered to him, eyelids fluttering while he smiled. There was something absolutely erotic about the brief sharp pain of skin being pierced by those fangs. His fingers stroked gently through Damon’s hair, kissing him, skin good as new as soon as he pulled back again. “Good to see you can listen once in a while,” he murmured teasingly, nose brushing affectionately against Damon’s. Sighing, he put his wings back away and rolled off of his vampire to curl against him. “You’re getting better at that.” He didn’t feel the need to clarify whether he was speaking about Damon’s drinking or his listening skills. Let the vampire assume what he wanted for a change. In this case, he was probably right no matter what he guessed.