[ Embry has never met Midnight three orgasms deep into a sleep coma, nor has he experienced the other facets of Midnight's personality. He is in for a ride!
First drop of said ride: Midnight opens his eyes blearily, grins — this is a wide grin, slightly open like a shark — then buries his nose at Embry's neck, near his hairline, and sniffs. Granted, it's a pretty deep inhale, so one might think he's in the process of waking himself up. He is not. He knows people better by smell than sight. ]
Mm. You smell like Mr. Embry.
[ Then his mouth opens, he licks against the patch of neck he'd sniffed, then starts giving lazy, affectionate kisses. It's very much like getting groomed by a lion, or at least a very large dog with boundary issues. Embry may also receive a light scratch or two, courtesy of his fangs. Midnight is most certainly not all there. ]
Smells good...
[ Midnight may no longer be a wolf, but the warmth in his arms certainly feels like something he should rut into, so he begins to do that; without any real malice, or intention, or any higher level cognitive thought, Midnight's hips start moving against Embry, his cock firming a little under the friction. His hands are also wandering, searching for more warmth, and they will make it under Embry's shirt if he isn't stopped. Granted, there is a lot going on here, and Embry will need to prioritize. You know, if getting sleep-fucked by a vampire wasn't on his to-do list today. Getting felt up might be low on the "to stop" list.
(By the way: Terran vampires are not undead, and Midnight specifically has a good metabolism. This is all very warm. Enjoy?) ]
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First drop of said ride: Midnight opens his eyes blearily, grins — this is a wide grin, slightly open like a shark — then buries his nose at Embry's neck, near his hairline, and sniffs. Granted, it's a pretty deep inhale, so one might think he's in the process of waking himself up. He is not. He knows people better by smell than sight. ]
Mm. You smell like Mr. Embry.
[ Then his mouth opens, he licks against the patch of neck he'd sniffed, then starts giving lazy, affectionate kisses. It's very much like getting groomed by a lion, or at least a very large dog with boundary issues. Embry may also receive a light scratch or two, courtesy of his fangs. Midnight is most certainly not all there. ]
Smells good...
[ Midnight may no longer be a wolf, but the warmth in his arms certainly feels like something he should rut into, so he begins to do that; without any real malice, or intention, or any higher level cognitive thought, Midnight's hips start moving against Embry, his cock firming a little under the friction. His hands are also wandering, searching for more warmth, and they will make it under Embry's shirt if he isn't stopped. Granted, there is a lot going on here, and Embry will need to prioritize. You know, if getting sleep-fucked by a vampire wasn't on his to-do list today. Getting felt up might be low on the "to stop" list.
(By the way: Terran vampires are not undead, and Midnight specifically has a good metabolism. This is all very warm. Enjoy?) ]