[That fog of desire is strong enough that it even tempers the shame that briefly rolls through him when his lacings are finally undone, the physical evidence of how much he wanted his master was as plain as the scars on his face. He follows his lead, letting himself be pulled toward the bed, his hands tracing strong back muscles that rippled with every movement.
Adar moans when he was bitten again, the noise lost between their mouths as he seems out a deeper kiss, not just taking what he is given but openly wanting more. Another moan falls freely from him when his hair is pulled, coming down to where his master wanted him on the bed which is shockingly soft and silken everywhere he comes into contact with it. In a less heated moment he might have even stopped to appreciate it after centuries of the floor or rudimentary cots but his interest is fixed on his masters lips, on his golden hair and fiery eyes as he goes to kiss him again, this time not simply waiting and accepting what was given but openly letting his desires show and control him.]
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Adar moans when he was bitten again, the noise lost between their mouths as he seems out a deeper kiss, not just taking what he is given but openly wanting more. Another moan falls freely from him when his hair is pulled, coming down to where his master wanted him on the bed which is shockingly soft and silken everywhere he comes into contact with it. In a less heated moment he might have even stopped to appreciate it after centuries of the floor or rudimentary cots but his interest is fixed on his masters lips, on his golden hair and fiery eyes as he goes to kiss him again, this time not simply waiting and accepting what was given but openly letting his desires show and control him.]