[ no dice in getting this idiot to wake up, but embry doesn't make a move to escape from this sudden trap, still heavy from the effects from the pollen, so every stroke of his tongue, every rut of his hips — it feeds the sticky, languid desire brimming inside of him. he's used to the aphrodisiacs littering every inch of the resort by now, and it feels normal to use midnight as a tool for relief. better than his hand, because he's feeling temporarily unsociable, haunted and bitter from the sting of loneliness at being stuck somewhere beautiful without... well, just without.
he doesn't even notice that midnight's nimble hands have pulled his shirttails from his trousers and slipped beneath the fine fabric until his fingers brush his overly sensitive nipples, sending a hard ache directly to his cock. a groan escapes his parted lips, his chest rising and falling from his panting breaths as he shoves a hand down his pants to palm his weeping cock. ]
Fuck. [ he's in a dark, destructive mood, which also isn't out of the ordinary, as his raw, primal need often eclipses his sense of caution. he can't help but remember the last time he was with midnight, the brand new sensations that crossed every boundary and shadowed his limits. would he be taking advantage of a sexed-up, half-conscious vampire? he'll take his punishment later if midnight wants to dole it out.
his free hand doesn't have to reach far into the bushes to pluck a thorny rose with a satisfying snap and a puff of pollen, bringing the sharp points to the side of his own throat, where he presses the tip right above the thrum of his pulse. it stings much worse as it sinks into his skin than when midnight had opened his wrist, embry fisting his cock through the pain, then he drags the thorn down until he feels a gentle well of blood drip down the line of his throat. ]
cw blood
he doesn't even notice that midnight's nimble hands have pulled his shirttails from his trousers and slipped beneath the fine fabric until his fingers brush his overly sensitive nipples, sending a hard ache directly to his cock. a groan escapes his parted lips, his chest rising and falling from his panting breaths as he shoves a hand down his pants to palm his weeping cock. ]
Fuck. [ he's in a dark, destructive mood, which also isn't out of the ordinary, as his raw, primal need often eclipses his sense of caution. he can't help but remember the last time he was with midnight, the brand new sensations that crossed every boundary and shadowed his limits. would he be taking advantage of a sexed-up, half-conscious vampire? he'll take his punishment later if midnight wants to dole it out.
his free hand doesn't have to reach far into the bushes to pluck a thorny rose with a satisfying snap and a puff of pollen, bringing the sharp points to the side of his own throat, where he presses the tip right above the thrum of his pulse. it stings much worse as it sinks into his skin than when midnight had opened his wrist, embry fisting his cock through the pain, then he drags the thorn down until he feels a gentle well of blood drip down the line of his throat. ]