[ There's a small sigh that floats over the back of Embry's neck as Midnight's cock slips inside, just a little too tight, a little too much, but soft, hot. This is the only warning Embry gets before Midnight puts his hands under the ruins of his clothes, presses against his stomach, his chest, and begins to fuck into him, making small, unconscious sleep noises, still too fucked out to be properly awake, still too aroused to stop.
Because Midnight isn't quite awake, isn't quite asleep, but is also in a state tangential to both: fucked out is the correct descriptor. Aphrodisiac and his own libido conspiring against his self-awareness, leaving him with nothing but how much he craves sex, how there really isn't much separating him from an animal except his own conscience.
Appropos of nothing, Midnight shifts from the first scratch, nestles his nose against Embry's shoulder, and, without warning, bites down. It's a dog bite in that Midnight only does it to hold Embry still, to have the comfort of something solid and soft and warm in his mouth; it's a vampire's bite in that blood leaks from the new puncture wounds regardless. His hips are in a lazy, sleepy, rhythmless roll, but he makes small noises of unconscious arousal as pleasure collects between his thighs, eyelids fluttering as his next orgasm builds. ]
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Because Midnight isn't quite awake, isn't quite asleep, but is also in a state tangential to both: fucked out is the correct descriptor. Aphrodisiac and his own libido conspiring against his self-awareness, leaving him with nothing but how much he craves sex, how there really isn't much separating him from an animal except his own conscience.
Appropos of nothing, Midnight shifts from the first scratch, nestles his nose against Embry's shoulder, and, without warning, bites down. It's a dog bite in that Midnight only does it to hold Embry still, to have the comfort of something solid and soft and warm in his mouth; it's a vampire's bite in that blood leaks from the new puncture wounds regardless. His hips are in a lazy, sleepy, rhythmless roll, but he makes small noises of unconscious arousal as pleasure collects between his thighs, eyelids fluttering as his next orgasm builds. ]