Yes, he could have had mercy. But had he not indulged in impulse, he wouldn't have seen that display, he wouldn't have Eli curled in on top of him, clinging tight to his shirt.
And, well, with him so close, how is he supposed to not take advantage of the new position? Arms twine around him again, one hand going up to card through Eli's hair, scratching lightly at the edge of his scalp, even gloved. The other hand trails down, down, to grope his ass firmly and force another grind against him.
Yes, it's apparent he is that easy.
It's also apparent he's thrilled with that little fact.]
We'll have to take care of that first, then, no?
[His voice is barely above a whisper at the suggestion, a purr trapped in the space between them.]
[ Too easy by far, but how can he help it? Everything about Celeste is all too appealing to him, even now, causing him such a problem! It'd be simple enough to tell him to stop, but almost greedily, he doesn't want to. There's this edge of danger to doing this right here, with only a thick curtain hiding their little getaway from sight... fffuck... he can never tell Izou about this one, that's for sure! ]
You know you're... [ Ahh, that grip on his ass, the grind of his hips, that goddamn purr. He can't ignore it. He has to respond in kind, finally moving his own hips to grind his hardening need against the vampire in turn. He's left panting out the words against Celeste's shoulder. ] You're a real menace, you... know that?
[The forced truth-telling told him as much, even before they'd grown so much closer. This is simply the natural conclusion to it.
If there was any hope of stopping prematurely to slip away unnoticed, when Eli gives in and grinds against him, that goes right out the window. Celeste might be able to put on a facade of cool unflappability, but the shiver that races down his body and his own growing arousal grinding up against Eli above him betray him far too easily.
So he uses that hand in his hair to grip tightly in his hair, to angle his face inwards, to enable yet another deep kiss, tongue flicking against Eli's lips this time instead of welcoming him in.
If they need an excuse, it's because noises are more easily muffled like this. To be more accurate... he simply wants to.]
[ He does love it. He loves it as much as he loves everything else about Celeste and that leaves him unable to truly complain about it. There's no longer a time for words, in any case, with how Celeste grips his hair and uses it to steer his face towards him.
It leaves Eli making a soft, needy noise against his lips, mouth gladly opening to the vampire's tongue. His own tongue will meet his to tangle with it, and all the while he finds and falls into a rhythm of moving his hips against Celeste. He slides how he's seated back a tiny bit, letting him readjust and angle himself to better grind against Celeste's own arousal.
If he was worried about being discovered before, that feels like a distant thought now. His focus has narrowed sharply and suddenly to only him and Celeste, right here, right now, to how they feel against one another and nothing more. ]
[As with all the rest of the noises he's drawn from him, Celeste drinks down these needy ones as well, seeking to draw more from him by allowing their tongues to tangle together and even running his over sharp wolf teeth. He's not afraid of them, nor of the pain they promise. They're part of Eli, after all, and he wants - needs - all of him. Both the soft and the sharp. The impulsive and the cautious. The feral and the tame.
Self-inflicted it might have been, but the pain does have him sighing into the kiss. The shift lower of Eli's hips has that sigh turning into his own quiet, needy moan.
They're in public. They shouldn't have allowed it to go this far before secreting away to the temple, but... moving would have meant separating, and even the mere thought of separation was unbearable.
So here they are. Forgetting the outside world. Making out and grinding desperately like teenagers. (Never mind Eli barely clears that bar-)
Sooner rather than later there comes a point where every shift pulls out yet another sharp gasp or soft sigh... and Celeste is moving his hands to settle in the small of Eli's back with the sole purpose of pulling off his gloves.
They may have to remain mostly clothed behind the ballroom curtain, but he still desperately wants skin contact however he can claim it.]
dklnfsd we never stuck the NSFW now warning in the subject so here it is
[ Making out and dry humping like they're back in high school (despite neither of them ever having gone through any kind of school at all). That's pretty accurate, yeah, and Eli can't even delegate enough brainpower to feel embarrassed by it. Everything he focused on having as much contact with Celeste as possible as their hips grind together.
He does try to avoid biting Celeste's tongue as they kiss deeply, even if he does drag and scrape it over his sharp teeth of his own accord. A vampire bite carries pleasure with it. A wolf's... well, perhaps if he was biting at other places, leaving marks across Celeste's delicate skin, but that's neither here nor there.
But even as Celeste seeks to find some kind of skin contact, Eli is of the same mind, but in a different way. He breaks the kiss with a gasp. ]
I'm gonna... [ One thing he doesn't want is to come in his pants. He should have thought about that earlier, but he can't be blamed entirely for this, now can he? He can already feel that growing pressure, the rhythm of his hips stuttering. ] I... I need to...
[ His own free hand has drifted down to their pants, fingers tugging at the fabric of Celeste's. He's trying to figure out what to do. Take them out or accept one mess over the other? ]
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Yes, he could have had mercy. But had he not indulged in impulse, he wouldn't have seen that display, he wouldn't have Eli curled in on top of him, clinging tight to his shirt.
And, well, with him so close, how is he supposed to not take advantage of the new position? Arms twine around him again, one hand going up to card through Eli's hair, scratching lightly at the edge of his scalp, even gloved. The other hand trails down, down, to grope his ass firmly and force another grind against him.
Yes, it's apparent he is that easy.
It's also apparent he's thrilled with that little fact.]
We'll have to take care of that first, then, no?
[His voice is barely above a whisper at the suggestion, a purr trapped in the space between them.]
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You know you're... [ Ahh, that grip on his ass, the grind of his hips, that goddamn purr. He can't ignore it. He has to respond in kind, finally moving his own hips to grind his hardening need against the vampire in turn. He's left panting out the words against Celeste's shoulder. ] You're a real menace, you... know that?
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[The forced truth-telling told him as much, even before they'd grown so much closer. This is simply the natural conclusion to it.
If there was any hope of stopping prematurely to slip away unnoticed, when Eli gives in and grinds against him, that goes right out the window. Celeste might be able to put on a facade of cool unflappability, but the shiver that races down his body and his own growing arousal grinding up against Eli above him betray him far too easily.
So he uses that hand in his hair to grip tightly in his hair, to angle his face inwards, to enable yet another deep kiss, tongue flicking against Eli's lips this time instead of welcoming him in.
If they need an excuse, it's because noises are more easily muffled like this. To be more accurate... he simply wants to.]
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It leaves Eli making a soft, needy noise against his lips, mouth gladly opening to the vampire's tongue. His own tongue will meet his to tangle with it, and all the while he finds and falls into a rhythm of moving his hips against Celeste. He slides how he's seated back a tiny bit, letting him readjust and angle himself to better grind against Celeste's own arousal.
If he was worried about being discovered before, that feels like a distant thought now. His focus has narrowed sharply and suddenly to only him and Celeste, right here, right now, to how they feel against one another and nothing more. ]
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Self-inflicted it might have been, but the pain does have him sighing into the kiss. The shift lower of Eli's hips has that sigh turning into his own quiet, needy moan.
They're in public. They shouldn't have allowed it to go this far before secreting away to the temple, but... moving would have meant separating, and even the mere thought of separation was unbearable.
So here they are. Forgetting the outside world. Making out and grinding desperately like teenagers. (Never mind Eli barely clears that bar-)
Sooner rather than later there comes a point where every shift pulls out yet another sharp gasp or soft sigh... and Celeste is moving his hands to settle in the small of Eli's back with the sole purpose of pulling off his gloves.
They may have to remain mostly clothed behind the ballroom curtain, but he still desperately wants skin contact however he can claim it.]
dklnfsd we never stuck the NSFW now warning in the subject so here it is
He does try to avoid biting Celeste's tongue as they kiss deeply, even if he does drag and scrape it over his sharp teeth of his own accord. A vampire bite carries pleasure with it. A wolf's... well, perhaps if he was biting at other places, leaving marks across Celeste's delicate skin, but that's neither here nor there.
But even as Celeste seeks to find some kind of skin contact, Eli is of the same mind, but in a different way. He breaks the kiss with a gasp. ]
I'm gonna... [ One thing he doesn't want is to come in his pants. He should have thought about that earlier, but he can't be blamed entirely for this, now can he? He can already feel that growing pressure, the rhythm of his hips stuttering. ] I... I need to...
[ His own free hand has drifted down to their pants, fingers tugging at the fabric of Celeste's. He's trying to figure out what to do. Take them out or accept one mess over the other? ]