[ Midnight makes a soft sound, his hands reaching downward for more warmth, more skin. Which is how they end up under this stranger's skirt, feeling up bare thighs as whoever it is presses against his front.
He's exhausted, eyes fluttering and unseeing, but a vampire's best and first sense is smell, anyway. He makes his way forward until his nose touches warm skin, presses inward and smells before taking a small taste with the flat of his tongue. Human... Perhaps Phidian? Whatever the case, it's more contact than the company of his hand, and his cock flushes in impatience as it tucks in between those legs, his hands tugging these mystery hips in until their fronts are flush. He's still quite unconscious, though, only starts grinding forward because it feels good, and not because he knows where his cock is going, or who he's with. ]
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He's exhausted, eyes fluttering and unseeing, but a vampire's best and first sense is smell, anyway. He makes his way forward until his nose touches warm skin, presses inward and smells before taking a small taste with the flat of his tongue. Human... Perhaps Phidian? Whatever the case, it's more contact than the company of his hand, and his cock flushes in impatience as it tucks in between those legs, his hands tugging these mystery hips in until their fronts are flush. He's still quite unconscious, though, only starts grinding forward because it feels good, and not because he knows where his cock is going, or who he's with. ]