As their bodies sank into the softness of the bed, Lucien's hands moved with a will of their own, wrapping tightly around Blaise's waist. Blaise's lips pressed against Lucien's skin, cool and gentle, as he drank, savoring blood that flowed beneath. Lucien felt both of pleasure and relief, and that strange calm that always came upon him when Blaise . For a while, he just enjoyed the sensation of Blaise drinking. It felt better than it should, and Lucien's body felt hot.
Unable to resist the intense desire that pulsed through his veins, Lucien's hands moved over Blaise's body, skillfully undressing Blaise with a tender urgency. Garments slipped away, exposing Blaise's skin to the moonlit room.
Lucien's desire overpowered his senses. With an impulsive urge, he pushed Blaise into the softness of the pillows beneath them. Blaise, his lips red from the blood, smiled at Lucien. He was pliant, moving with Lucien to take off the remainder of their clothes.
