Life changed so drastically, so quickly. It had been hate, when he first encountered the vampire. A cocky, arrogant prick, annoying, a bother. He liked to believe that his interest came from his deep irritation and disgust with the other. He was proven wrong. Hate had turned into devotion. Pathetic. How easily he would sink to his knees just to hear the praise. He craved the praise. With Ezekiel sitting in his armchair, he looked surprisingly delicious. For now, all Remo had done was kneel, due to request of his maker. He was tall, so when he knelt while Zeke was sitting, they were nearly eye to eye. "You could have used your fingers.." He muttered while his shirt gets ruined. But he can't be too mad. Remo enjoys a good knife. Not that he involved it into bedroom activities before, but it also didn't feel wrong. The knife would guide his head back, just so there was enough room for Zeke to bite down. Oh he had been bitten many times by Zeke and still everytime felt intoxicating. He moaned, skin bruised in many places. He healed so slowly but actually, he enjoyed the fact. Both men left marks on one another that would take weeks to faint. His blood was Zekes, Zekes blood was his. They were one.. in a whole different way and somehow Remo didn't want it any other way. His crotch immediately presses into the offered leg, for friction. He was turned on, needy. "Guess you prefer feeding from me over getting head?" He teased, eyes closed, words drained with an italian accent. He had knelt down for that, to suck Zeke off but if the older man rather had his blood, he happily gave that. Slowly Remo was grinding against the leg, hand in Ezekiels hair.
