Glancing down at the halfbreed, Matthew watched Cherosh moving, how the halfbreed dragged his tongue along the scars, making soft, purring sounds. Arching into the touch and biting his lower lip, the necromancer was fully absorbed with teasing the vampire a bit. Just stroking him a bit, scratching whenever the caresses got especially nice – as if he was treating a big cat, not a vampire.

One hand resting on his collar still, he used his free hand to bury it in Cherosh's black strands, snickering as the taller male slowly, but surely approached his pants. Opening the button with his teeth, Cherosh glanced up at Matthew before pulling down pants and underwear, then crawling up a bit to kiss the necromancer. "Remember, you got to stay gentle. I don't want this to end with foreplay." Matthew cooed softly. But he was quite sure the vampire was willing enough to make up for his mistake, so there shouldn't be a problem with the soft pace.

"Never intended anything else." the vampire muttered against his skin, licking along it and teasing Matthew softly. It may was taking some more time than usually, but he didn't care about that. For being frustrated, this soft pace was far too tempting, therefore the vampire wanted to savour it while it lasted. Like a rare treat, and it indeed was for him.

Even without the pain, it felt damn good for the necromancer, and for most of the time, he merely enjoyed the treatment he received. There was no need to move too much, after all. But it did start to get a little bothersome, as Cherosh almost overdid the soft teasing. The vampire crawled higher again, drawing Matthew into a deep kiss. "You little freak..." the halfbreed teased, though he stayed nice, very nice indeed.

"You just like it that way, don't you?" Matthew breathed against Cherosh's lips as they broke the kiss, a blush creeping on his cheeks and making him look almost innocent, and quite cute. That earned a chuckle from the vampire's side, and softly teasing fingertips. "You're cute like that. Almost as sweet as sugar."

Pouting slightly, Matthew squirmed away from Cherosh's fingers, which were drawing lazy lines on his skin. "I'm not cute." he huffed, still squirming a bit. In his opinion, cute was something used for children. Being quite short, he saw it almost as an insult. "Fine, then you're not cute." the vampire laughed, kissing down the necromancer's chest and muffling any further protest. "I can do without the cute, too."

By now, Matthew's hands were tugging on the vampire's clothes, asking for them to come off. They already had gotten quite far into foreplay, and Cherosh still was completely dressed. "I think you should get those off." Matthew chuckled, pulling off the vampire's shirt. "I want you naked for this, after all. Clothes are just in the way."

"You have a word there." the halfbreed gave back, taking over and the rest of his clothes off. "Better like this?" Matthew nodded, smirking up at the other male. "You're cute when you're being silly." Giving the necromancer a doubtful look, Cherosh interlocked his arms in front of his chest. "Cute, that isn't a term for me. I'm quite sure my count of fucks alone would rule that out as a term for me."

Grinning, the necromancer lifted on his forearms a bit. "I think it's fitting perfectly to describe someone who is halfways through foreplay and only then notices he still is fully dressed." Placing his hands to both sides of Matthew, Cherosh leaned forward until their faces were only inches apart. "If I am cute, then you're cute too. Especially since you enjoy being screwed by a nutcase of a zombie-halfbreed vampire."

Wrapping his arms tightly around Cherosh's neck and holding himself up like that, Matthew breathed against the vampire's lips. "Damn straight, and I am proud of that nutcase of a zombie-halfbreed vampire. After all, he's a damn good lay... even if he still needs some lessons about my special needs."

Purring, the halfbreed leaned close, very close indeed. "Well, vampires are pure sex. If you know how to handle the dark and dangerous side." Matthew pulled himself just that bit more closer to kiss Cherosh, smirking into the kiss. "Sure you are. But that doesn't change the fact you're cute, on top of that."

For that, the necromancer earned a low, almost dangerous purr. "Just you wait, and I'll show you how 'cute' I am." Cherosh bowed down once more, going on with his task to lick, nibble and suck on Matthew's skin, to show the necromancer just how much he wanted the other. In return, Matthew moved with the taller male's movements, to give the vampire more room to tease. It was far too enjoyable to be ended anytime soon.

As Cherosh placed his lips on Matthew's neck, right over the pulse, he began sucking softly on the other's skin, while he pushed himself slowly into the other male. Uttering a soft, purring sound, Matthew clung more tightly to the vampire, shuddering in pleasure from the double sensation. "You like it quite some, don't you." the taller male chuckled, obviously amused by the thought the necromancer could take it rude, but liked it soft, too.

"Sure I enjoy it." Matthew whispered, letting his magic lash out softly. It immediately began to wrap itself around the halfbreed, feeling a part of the necromancer's magic inside the other male. Shuddering, Cherosh tried to ignore the strong tickling sensation all over his body. The necromancer reduced the magic a little, just to the point the vampire wasn't practically paralysed from the sensation any longer. It was flowing along the halfbreed's body like electricity – though it felt much more enjoyable.

Shivering still, the vampire regained control over himself, moving a slight bit faster inside the necromancer. Arching up, Matthew gasped, feeling how the halfbreed pushed himself deeper into his body with every thrusting movement. The slightly twitching moves tugged on Cherosh's instincts; the vampire bowed close and whispered: "Careful there, you might trigger something."

Matthew tried to keep still then, but it was almost impossible to do so. Only almost, though, he somehow managed to fight the urge to move about and managed to keep still beneath the taller male. "Well, it's your risk anyways." Cherosh chuckled close to his ear before Matthew could hear the soft, deep moans of the halfbreed seeming to flow right into his mind.

Opening his eyes just a bit, Matthew nudged the halfbreed a bit. "Still lacking control?" he teased lowly, his voice having become raspy. The vampire grinned slightly, murring deeply into the smaller male's ear. "It would be better to not provoke anything." With that, he increased his speed still a bit, making Matthew gasp and moan. "Oh sweet blood, do that again."

It was impossible to keep still beneath the halfbreed, but he really had tried. He heard Cherosh chuckling, saying something he supposed to mean 'Needy, eh?' before feeling the vampire grinding more strongly against his insides. "Fuck you." Matthew whispered, gripping the headboard and arching up against the halfbreed, being damned close to breaking his spine. A snicker flowed from the halfbreed's lips, and with that, the nice, soft pace was over. Not that Matthew would have minded any longer.

The necromancer moved in time with the vampire, trying to meet every last of the other male's thrusts into him. The only thing that kept him from losing himself completely to this bliss, though, was the fact that Cherosh already came inside him, and that a felt eternity before his own climax. Pouting, the necromancer casted an accusing look down at Cherosh. "Remind me to get you some stamina training."

Cherosh merely smirked slightly, being fast to move down between the smaller male's thighs and drawing Matthew in. Forgetting the halfbreed's low stamina in an instant, the necromancer eagerly spread his thighs further for Cherosh, moaning softly as he felt the vampire's fangs scrape against his erection. "Do that again." he demanded, closing his eyes in pleasure once more.

As commanded, the halfbreed scraped his fangs against the necromancer's member again, making Matthew's mind lose any connection to words. Coming up for some air, Cherosh licked along Matthew, eyes locked on the necromancer's expression. "Come on, don't tease." the smaller male whispered, eyes glazed over slightly. "I don't tease." the vampire chuckled. "Don't think that lowly of me, my dear necromancer."

Mewing softly, Matthew felt Cherosh sucking him in completely once more. "Never claimed it would be lowly." he managed to gasp before he felt himself being pushed towards the climax mercilessly, at some point simply not able to hold back any longer and cumming in Cherosh's mouth. Low stamina or not, at least the vampire knew how to make up for it.

Panting in the afterglow, the necromancer only after a while felt the halfbreed hovering over him. "I thought about the S/M stuff." Cherosh whispered lowly, nipping softly on Matthew's ear. "I guess we could try it out. If you want me to try." Nodding, the necromancer pushed away Cherosh's head a bit, just to be able to think clearly again. "Well, if you don't mind a whip in the mix, then yes."

Wrinkling his nose a bit, the halfbreed didn't reply. "You want it over your back, or over mine?" the necromancer asked teasingly, snickering at the other male's expression. "Sillyhead, sure it's going over mine." Sighing, Cherosh gave the other a long look. "I already thought... Nevermind. I guess I don't need to explain anything if I say I got whipped the bad way some times before? The scars are somewhere beneath the tattoo, if you're interested..."

Without commenting on it, Matthew pressed the halfbreed down on his stomach, tracing the scars from the whiplashes. "I have this really pretty riding crop. You want to use it on me?" he asked, his lips close to Cherosh's neck. Shuddering from the feeling of the necromancer's lips and fingertips on his back, the halfbreed merely nodded.

Smirking to himself, Matthew got off the bed, vanishing downstairs to fetch the riding crop. As he came to the bedroom again, Cherosh had sat up, looking at him from over his shoulder. "You're such a freak. You surprise me again and again." Merely grinning at that, Matthew handed Cherosh the riding crop, wondering if the halfbreed would make good use of it soon.

The vampire took his time to examine the riding crop closely. The handle looked like made from ebony, with golden patterns across it. It was a little larger than the usual sort, and felt really good in his hand. Glancing over at Matthew again, the halfbreed smirked until his short fangs could be seen. "You really want that?"

Giving Cherosh an almost coy look, Matthew nodded slowly. "Yes, it feels wonderful." the necromancer whispered, shuddering softly as the halfbreed trailed one finger along his lower lip. "Oh really? Then you must really want it..." His grip on the riding crop tightened, but a the same time, noticed by neither of them, his self control already began slipping away.