Von Krolock looked up, then smiled down at him, so fondly and so benevolently that it seemed that the previous half hour could not have happened. “Those are candles, William,” he murmured. “I took the opportunity to bring you to my chambers, so your young woman wouldn’t witness your crass manners.”
“Oh... right,” Spike’s fingers twisted into his shirt, his body shivering as if a wave of pure pleasure had just surged through him. His other hand tugged at his shirt, his back arching against von Krolock’s arm. “Oh God... what...” He pulled the Graf closer to him, groping at the heavy fabric of the elder vampire’s shirt. “What the hell have you been taking?”
The smile was nowhere near as gentle close up, slow, deliberate and thoroughly wicked. “Nothing, William,” von Krolock purred, pressing his palm to Spike’s throat, the sharp nail of his thumb pushing the younger vampire’s chin up. “I let you have but a taste of my desires.”
Blue eyes went round. “Bloody hell...” he whimpered.
Von Krolock’s smile remained, quiet, calm, in control. “Mm?”
Panting, his body twisting and shuddering against the cool stone of the floor, Spike felt like invisible hands were caressing him from within, teasing like sexual fire along every nerve. The unbearable but incredible heat scorching through him, he pressed his brow against the Graf’s ribs.
*eyes them* Um.
“Oh... right,” Spike’s fingers twisted into his shirt, his body shivering as if a wave of pure pleasure had just surged through him. His other hand tugged at his shirt, his back arching against von Krolock’s arm. “Oh God... what...” He pulled the Graf closer to him, groping at the heavy fabric of the elder vampire’s shirt. “What the hell have you been taking?”
The smile was nowhere near as gentle close up, slow, deliberate and thoroughly wicked. “Nothing, William,” von Krolock purred, pressing his palm to Spike’s throat, the sharp nail of his thumb pushing the younger vampire’s chin up. “I let you have but a taste of my desires.”
Blue eyes went round. “Bloody hell...” he whimpered.
Von Krolock’s smile remained, quiet, calm, in control. “Mm?”
Panting, his body twisting and shuddering against the cool stone of the floor, Spike felt like invisible hands were caressing him from within, teasing like sexual fire along every nerve. The unbearable but incredible heat scorching through him, he pressed his brow against the Graf’s ribs.