Truly, he wouldn't have had to mesmerize this man at all, in slightly more solitary circumstances. Bruno is practically radiating lust, skating soft hands over Kronid's pale skin. For the most part, the vampire is stoic, evenly purring as he is touched.
There is a scar, however, halfway between left collarbone and left nipple - a distinct sort of puncture wound - that makes him groan when he is touched, hips twitching. He allows Bruno to snake hands past his waistband, against him: he had been a little stiff already from the promise of sex and blood, but the warm fingers that touch at him?
He hisses, the sound low and animal, before he pulls back enough to grab his bag. From it, he pulls a little bottle, looking between it and Bruno with devious intent.
"...Take your trousers and undergarments off for me," he commands, pouring a bit of oil into his hand, making a show of slicking down his fingers.
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Truly, he wouldn't have had to mesmerize this man at all, in slightly more solitary circumstances. Bruno is practically radiating lust, skating soft hands over Kronid's pale skin. For the most part, the vampire is stoic, evenly purring as he is touched.
There is a scar, however, halfway between left collarbone and left nipple - a distinct sort of puncture wound - that makes him groan when he is touched, hips twitching. He allows Bruno to snake hands past his waistband, against him: he had been a little stiff already from the promise of sex and blood, but the warm fingers that touch at him?
He hisses, the sound low and animal, before he pulls back enough to grab his bag. From it, he pulls a little bottle, looking between it and Bruno with devious intent.
"...Take your trousers and undergarments off for me," he commands, pouring a bit of oil into his hand, making a show of slicking down his fingers.