@askbigbrolucifer, continuing from here.
He could feel it, even without fully understanding the process. It pumped inside him, like a second, late beat of his heart. Something dark and primal. Standing by the door, Sinn lifted his hand to knock it again. The harder the pumping of his blood, the deeper the monster he could become. But with some luck on that forsaken night, the door opened and the man stood there, stepping aside and letting him in. He did so, ignoring the worried words as he untied the belt around his torso, letting his sword down on the corner as he turned to the witch, holding him by the waist and pushing him against the same door, now locked again.
"Don't touch me with your magic, witch. Not now." He growled before his lips quickly shut any answer from the man by roughly kissing him. Lips opening so his tongue could somehow invade and penetrate the other already. Dark blood ran through him, pumping so hard he could hear it in his ears. The blood he had taken and his own drenching his clothes, messing up the ones the witch wore. "Now my price." He ordered once his hungry kiss was over, one hand over the other's chest, pressing him hard there.