The Horror of Shopping

"Such language." Jason tutted.

With a look of satisfaction, he dragged his fingers down Damien's toned torso. He stopped moving his hand and left it so the his fingertips barely touched the base of Damien's erection.

"Now, tell me how. Softly?" He moved his fingertips up and down the arousal with feathery touches, momentarily stopping his thrusts. "Hard?" Grasping Damien's erection roughly, he pumped it quickly and firmly before resting his hand back where it was, his fingertips almost touching the American.

As Jace's fingertips trailed down his body, he let out a soft whimper of anticipation, hips rocking upwards.

"Please..." he murmured, gazing down at him, the tip of his tongue tracing over his lip for just a moment.

The man sucked in a sharp gasp, hips pressing into Jace's hand needily, a quiet whine escaping his lips at the soft touches. Not enough. He cried out quietly as the hand wrapped around his erection, head lolling back against the headboard, writhing under the touch.

"...Hard... I want..."

Jason curled his fingers around Damien's erection, gripping it tightly and keeping it still.

He leaned back up, the other hand pushed into the bed next to Damien to keep him up. Lips against the American's ear, he ran his tongue around the shell of it, feeling the rough bumps from the earrings.

"You want what?"

A growl, mingled with a whine, rumbled in his chest as Jace's hand kept him from moving, glaring up at the man in annoyance.

"You're a fucking dick, you know that?"

Damien sucked in a gasp as a warm tongue laved over his ear, sending a shudder rippling down his body.

"I want it hard."

He was gradually starting to care less about telling Jace what he wanted. Now, all he needed was for Jace to stop teasing him.

Jason purred in approval, pressing his lip's against the ear.

He moved his hands in the firm and hard strokes, moving his hips in the same rhythm. Pressing his forehead in the croak of Damien's neck, he let out a soft moan as he pushed into Damien, his hips moving a little faster with each thrust.

He cried out at the harder thrusts and the touches, nails digging into the binds around his wrists as his free leg curled tightly around the man's shoulder, pulling him in close.

"Shit!"

A breath choked at the back of his throat, hips bucking upwards into Jace's hand as he let out a keening moan of relief. His mouth fell open a little with a harder thrust and his eyes squeezed closed, biting down on his lower lip.

"J-Jace..."

Jason brushed his lip's against Damien's skin, forehead still pressed against Damien's warm neck. His teeth then grazed the same patch of skin, the sudden urge to sink his teeth into the flesh coming back for only a moment before leaving again.

His hand squeezed the head of Damien's erection, before moving it again it time with each thrust of his hips - a little softer so that it was a little less awkward.

A purr rumbled in his chest as Jace's lips brushed over his skin, but quickly turned into a warning growl as he felt teeth. Though he trusted the vampire (a little, anyway), he knew that if Jace bit him now, he wouldn't be able to do anything about it.

The noise quickly vanished as a hand squeezed the head of his member, hips jerking upwards with a sharp gasp, crying out quietly.

He could feel himself getting closer as he was caught between pushing down onto the man's arousal and up into his hand, letting out a sharp moan.

Jason groaned loudly as Damien's hips jerk out of rhythm, pleasure spreading though his lower body. The hand around Damien's arousal tightened before relaxing, only to tighten again as he thrust into Damien.

He let all his senses focus on Damien. Each whimper and groan. The taste of his skin, and the tantalization of what his blood may taste like. Watching his body move and twist with each thrust. His strong scent of what other lycan's smelt like, mixed with the smell of tobacco. And the feeling of being inside him.