[He's committed to bringing Irahl to the finish, but his senses are starting to swirl together in a strange and unfocused mess. Everything smells like blood. He can feel this wonderful rumbling in the other's chest with more clarity than he can hear it, and he's lost track of which gasps of pleasure are Irahl's or his own. He idly wishes he could crawl inside of him and feel everything that he's feeling. He's never had someone to share this with before.
He feels himself guided, a hand between them--and he obliges without hesitation, finding his way a little clumsily under the other man's clothes, groaning with pleasure against his neck when he finds what he wants. Vincent will probably wonder, in retrospect, if he can really blame this on his monstrous heritage. Even he knows that it never does things like this.
Vincent didn't think that he did, either, when of sound mind and body, but... They're both learning a lot about themselves right now.]
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He feels himself guided, a hand between them--and he obliges without hesitation, finding his way a little clumsily under the other man's clothes, groaning with pleasure against his neck when he finds what he wants. Vincent will probably wonder, in retrospect, if he can really blame this on his monstrous heritage. Even he knows that it never does things like this.
Vincent didn't think that he did, either, when of sound mind and body, but... They're both learning a lot about themselves right now.]