[Being this close to someone is overwhelming. Even when tangling and brawling to end something's life, even when someone does catch him in the dark, in the right mood, he's never quite as crowded. Here, his senses are flooded--pinned by Vincent's weight, his teeth, the smell of him. The sound of his small, eager laugh. Between that and the pain pounding through his body, there's no room to think about where they are or what happens after.
It has made for a wonderful catharsis, and this is just another part of it. When Vincent bites down, Irahl struggles against him, but his groan curls and deepens, turning into a low, heated purr in his chest.
Just as Vincent has been perfect for Irahl to throw himself at during a fight, he can meet and match him here, hold him down while Irahl forgets himself and moves against him. He shifts with the claws digging into his hip, angling until the friction is perfect.
Perfect but not quite enough.
Somewhere in the fight, Irahl wrestles one of Vincent's arms off of him, but it's not to shoulder it away. Grabbing onto Vincent's wrist, he shoves it down.]
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It has made for a wonderful catharsis, and this is just another part of it. When Vincent bites down, Irahl struggles against him, but his groan curls and deepens, turning into a low, heated purr in his chest.
Just as Vincent has been perfect for Irahl to throw himself at during a fight, he can meet and match him here, hold him down while Irahl forgets himself and moves against him. He shifts with the claws digging into his hip, angling until the friction is perfect.
Perfect but not quite enough.
Somewhere in the fight, Irahl wrestles one of Vincent's arms off of him, but it's not to shoulder it away. Grabbing onto Vincent's wrist, he shoves it down.]