“you’re driving me crazy… ! ” sdghk
meme. / @diavolust
“Hah– am I?” There’s a playful tone to the summoner’s voice, a brow raising up with his question towards the vampire’s remark. Isaak’s half tempted to say something sarcastic, ask Veles whatever does he mean but Isaak isn’t stupid and he knows what he’s done. His fingers twitch against the air, curling to press against his palms and there’s a laugh that morphs into a pleased noise at the way fingers and nails dig hard into his wrists. Along with the sharp inhale he feels against the line of his neck, the duke’s nose brushing the corner of his jaw, Isaak can say he feels as though he’s won yet again.
A smirk curls Isaak’s lips, gold eyes drooping slightly as he glances to the vampire and another breath is huffed from his lips. Chest heaving with each pant he makes, the summoner finds himself being pressed further down into the blankets and mattress of the bed beneath him. It doesn’t take him long to shift, to hike one leg up and hook it around Veles’ waist. It takes him even shorter to push his leg down and force the vampire’s hips into his own when he rocks up, a groan escaping him from the sudden pressure and friction.
Truthfully, he’s surprised himself in managing to get Veles here. Never did he think he’d be lying on his back like this, the duke over top of him with his face buried against his throat. The thought still gets a chuckle from the summoner and he shifts his shoulder as his head tilts, nudging the duke carefully to grab his attention. Another panted breath is made before Isaak’s other leg is hiked up, curling around the vampire’s waist to lock him in place and Isaak is rolling his hips again. Eyelashes are batted to the duke before his eyes remain half lidded, and Isaak is tilting his head far to the side, the crook of his neck exposed in full view.
“If you don’t mind me asking, sir,” He purrs, tone sultry, “why don’t you show me just how crazy I’m driving you?”