Tom grunted also, his thoughts at last confined to a distant level of consciousness that wouldn\'t intrude any more. It had to be that way, for him to not rebel and stop everything. There were some good physical feelings - not enough to make him want to make a habit of this, but enough to entice him to carry on - so he tried to wallow in them.
They weren\'t strong enough to get him fully hard again (he had to - selfishly - wonder what the point of that would be, anyway) though, so he bit after all. He hadn\'t drunk much earlier and was glad that Reed would therefore still have plenty to give now; he pierced the artery without thinking too much about it, attempting to keep it shallow but undone by the rapid pace the mortal was banging out. The nick was singular (thankfully) but messy... his tongue smeared a good deal of blood around before he got his mouth over it.
Because the scent of blood was so strong - and the pulse of it entering him was soon perfectly timed with Reed\'s thrusts - Tom quickly found the lust he\'d been searching for. The rhythm of being entered throbbed through him, the sticky chaos of blood drying on his cheek enamoured him, the sweet taste of his lover sliding down his throat invigorated him, creating a lovely web of sensuality about him and finally getting him to that familiar place in sex where he loved and lusted and rejoiced in being him, being part of this act. His hands cupped Reed\'s ass encouragingly, legs wrapping around the mortal\'s - evidence of his burgeoning desire - as he drank his essence worshipfully.
With relief, he surrendered.
~*~
Tom was surprised at how shy he was feeling when it came time to get back into bed with Reed. Though the sex had been fabulous in different ways - exactly as Tom assumed Reed had wished for himself, but ending in a blowjob for the vampire (who hadn\'t found it in himself to cum when being penetrated, despite the overall pleasure in the act) - there hadn\'t been a great deal said afterwards.
They\'d gone to the bathroom, Tom insisting that Reed use up what was left of the hot water (which had regenerated slightly since the hour before) to rinse off, before he climbed under the cold spray to awkwardly wash out his ass - a completely new and distasteful experience, drawing the lovely afterglow he\'d been in to a hasty end with its stark reality. Still, the cold water hadn\'t bothered him and he\'d stayed in there until he was convinced he was clean all over and any feelings of insecurity had been swept aside.
Now, here he was - having turned out the bathroom overhead light - shyly climbing back into bed with his buddy and not really knowing what to say. He took the initiative with action instead, sliding under the top sheet and close to the warm body, pressing himself against it. He didn\'t contemplate what it might feel like for the mortal to have an icy corpse suddenly wrapping an arm about his waist and a frosty nose nuzzled against his temple, so intent on reassuring himself was he.