“Especially when you look as young and beautiful as we do,” Isaac said, smirking. “Mmf,” he groaned, hands tightening on Caspian’s hips as pleasure shot through him. If he had a heart, he was sure it’d be racing by now. “Yes,” he confirmed, sliding his hands up and down the siren’s gorgeous figure as he rolling his hips up into him. “Do you? You want to be my blood whore? That addicted already…” he teased, voice deep and sultry. He leaned in again, placing soft kisses and nibbles to Cas’ collarbones as they fucked.
“And we do look beautiful. I almost wish I could watch us fuck, I bet we’re glorious.” Cas moaned, long and sweet, tossing his head back and putting his whole body into the motion of his hips meeting Isaac’s. He felt the pleasure seeping slow and delicious into his veins, like honey pouring through them. He laughed, deep in his throat. “Sure, I’ll be your whore, darling.” He braced his hand against Isaac’s shoulder so he could come down harder on him, spurred on by the electric feeling whenever Isaac’s little nibbles coincided with a brush to his prostate. “God, this is good…”
"Well we aren't lacking for options... There's mirrors, cameras," Isaac suggested, a half smirk interrupted by a low moan. His eyes flitted shut, lips parted, breath coming out in shallow gasps against Cas' neck. Immense pleasure filled his every pore, building up to something magnificent. This was possibly the best sex he'd ever had. Between that and the way Caspian's blood tasted, he wasn't sure he'd ever want to let this one go. "My whore... I love the sound of that," he said, grinning up at the siren as he bucked up harder before he brought his lips to his ear. He nipped at his lobe, his tongue darting out to trace the shell of his ear. "Did you expect it to be anything other than?" His words were breathy and shaky as he struggled to speak through the pleasure vibrating through him.


















