A small moan escaped his lips, which he then bit again to stop another as Ignicios lips repetitively kissed him, so softly it was almost irritating.

He scrambled for an answer, then stumbled out with: "The sky. Wonderful night. Yes."

He breathed the yes out, unsure of what the yes for, as Ignicio attacked his neck again. He lent his damp head on Ignicio's shoulder, at a slight angle to give him more area of skin. A few more moans escaped as Ignicio licked him.

He felt the arms his hands gripped rise, knowing they were undoing his shirt, yet every muscle in him refused to respond to stop Ignicio.

A wide, triumphant grin spread across his face when his fingers undid the last button. The shirt fell open and he purred again, fingers tracing over the revealed skin.

"Ah, yes, wonderfully clouded. Who doesn't love a dreary night?" He gave the man's neck a little nip when his neck angled as he dropped his damp head to his bare shoulder. "I didn't think you liked the stereotypes of vampires. Dark, dreary nights. Should I have Giacinto replace your bed with a coffin? Double-wide, of course."

He didn't move to push the shirt from the man's shoulders, but he definitely explored as much as he could with his hands; calloused skin brushing across smoother, paler skin.

The Incubus nudged the vampire forwards, pressing him against the chest of drawers.

He shivered as the air and Ignicio's fingers touched touched the now bare skin. He arched a little into the feathery touches, and slid his eyes shut.

He drew in a sharp breath as Ignicio nipped him, sending a slight tingling sensation around his body. "I don't," he licked upper lip, and continued on shakily, "I am just appreciating it."

He hummed as hands firmly moved over his flushed body, giving a little gasp when they ran over his perked nipples, or squirming when they moved over his navel. He moved his hands down, intertwining his hands on top of Ignicios.

He widened his eyes as he was nudged forward, the hands stopping him from falling forward from the unexpected push - despite it being only a small push. One part of him want to shout at Ignicio for that yet the other part, his muscles, did not react. At most he gave a little squeak.

"Is that a no to the coffin, lover?" he whispered in his ear, fingers sliding along the man's throat in a feather light touch.

His tongue laved over the skin of his neck again then he tutted quietly, eyeing his neck via the mirror. "Look, all your hickey's are fading. I should remedy that," he purred, pads of his fingers brushing over one of the light marks.

One of his hands slid downwards over his chest and stomach to trace the waistband of his trousers.

"Y-yeah." He groaned, and moved his head down into the ticklish feeling, his eyelids sliding half-shut this time.

He moaned, his whole body flushed, as the tongue glided along his neck again. He leaned to the side and groaned as the tongue left him - favouring speech. He whimpered as the fingers pressed on this fading bruise, in a signal to 'just get on with it'.

He gripped the hands tightly as they got to his waistband. His heart thudded in his chest, and he blushed again. His mind did not make sense, and his muscles seems to be doing as they wished, so he slowly loosened his grip and rubbed the hands with his thumb encouragingly.

"All right then, we won't be replacing your bed with a coffin." His eyes slid back to the large bed. "It's large enough for the two of us."

His tongue darted over the skin again before he gave a sharp nip. He began to nip and suck at the skin on top of one of the faded hickey's he had left a couple of days previous.

The Incubus' hand stopped moving when the man gripped it and his eyes snapped up to meet the younger man's in the mirror. Did he want him to stop?

He blinked in shock, though, when the grip loosened. He was expecting what had become the usual rejection.

His hand didn't move.

He mewled and a shiver ran up his spine as Ignicio nipped and sucked at the hickey's that were only starting to heal. He tried to stretch his neck further, letting him completely claim his neck.

He mentally sighed a little as Ignicio's hands did not move further, twitching a little in annoyance at the timing. He looked at Ignicio in the mirror through his eye-lashes, and whimpered out a small please.

Which he instantly regretted, wanting nothing more then the ground to simply open up and drag him under, not believing at how needy he sounded. He also wanted to hide his face, with out making it obvious, but with the mirror in front it made it impossible.

The look and the whimpered plead had a shiver run down the Incubus' spine. He pressed his hips forwards against the man's backside, teeth nipping his neck and fingers working dexterously at the button of his trousers.

He purred when the button came undone and leaned forwards over the man's shoulder, lips pressing against the Englishman's as his fingers moved to the zipper.

He moaned and turned to look at Ignicio from the corner of his eye, quickly getting over his embarrassment as Ignicio's hips jerked forward and teeth turned there attention to his neck. He throbbed as the button of his trousers were undone.

His hips moved forward as he felt the slight pressure of hands from where they were undoing his zip - painfully slow, in his opinion. He whimpered again, and rocked ever so slightly, urging him to hurry up.

He kissed the Elder back, lifting an arm to caress his cheek. He kept the hand there, stroking the jaw with his thumb.

A slow, deep chuckle rumbled in his chest as the man whimpered. "Getting impatient, aren't we~?"

His tongue lapped against the man's lower lip as he slowed the pace of his fingers. The painfully slow movement of the zipper just got worse.

His head leaned into the soft caresses on his cheek and jaw as another purr ran through him.

It seemed while Dick suffered with a near permanent blush, Nicio had a near permanent purr. Just like a contented cat.

His whimper turned into a whine at Ignicio's chuckled words, realising that it was a mistake as the hand went slower. He pushed his hips a little more further, in an useless attempt to make the hands work quicker - too embarrassed to simply do it himself.

He captured the man's tongue on instinct, then sucked a little. He let go and kissed the stumbled jaw, having to lean into Ignicio to do so, an then moved away.

He opened his eyes fully to look a Ignicio, and ran his index finder softly across his lips. He closed his eyes then kissed the lips, letting impulse take over and nipping the lower one, attempt to remove his attention away from the zipper that was being undone to slowly.

He moaned quietly as the younger man sucked his tongue and when he pulled back to kiss along his jaw, his head arched to give the man a better angle.

His eyes slid open when he felt a finger on his lips. His tongue darted across his lips, catching the tip of his finger as he pulled it away.

And then lips were on his and teeth sank into his lower lip. He purred, opening his mouth to the younger man, hands moving to his hips as he pressed his own hips forwards again, zipper forgotten for the time being.

He liked this confident Dick~

He turned so that they were chest to chest. One hand grasping the Elders neck, the other on the man's chest. He moved the one on the chest - feeling every muscle and angle, no need for the locked up thoughts. The hand then moved to Ignicio's back - once again feeling the skin there, before coming back round and up to interlock with his other hand.

As he did this he pushed his tongue into the others - and licked the back of his front teeth. It hit him how experienced he was, so he quickly withdrew and placed his head on Ignicio's chest and pressed against him unconsciously.

His hands gripped the man's hips and pulled him forwards against him.

A quiet moan and purr bubbled in his throat when the tongue licked at his teeth and the hands wandered over his chest and back.

When Dick pulled away and buried his head against the Incubus' chest he chuckled, one hand drifting up the younger man's back to play with his hair, pulling it from its ponytail and letting his strong fingers slide through the blond locks.

The thumb of his other hand - still on the created vampires hip - began brushing small circles over his hip.

He would of gone pink from the chuckle that he felt against his cheek, if his face was not already red.

He wished for a secound that his shirt had been compleatly removed as tge hand moved up his back. He sighed, and leadned his head into the hand as it ran it's fingers through his, just starting to dry, hair. He let his own fingers stroke the back of Ignicio's neck in response.

He moaned again as a thumb rubbed his hips, unable to stop them pushing forward into Ignicios hand. He felt himself get hotter again, and the need for Ignicio to undo that zipper coming back.