[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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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? ]