"Yes. There... " Mitch sighed, relaxing gradually as he realised he didn\'t have to be prepped for an onslaught of any kind. His eyes drifted closed once more and he surrendered to the lovely feelings of intimacy he missed so devoutly when he was at sea. \'Don\'t Ask, Don\'t Tell\' was an adequate enough policy, but it didn\'t help him make connections when he most needed it. He was forced to save up all those cravings and spend them when he got home, choosing to do so via fairly anonymous connections... vampires.
Sometimes he wondered at the path he\'d chosen for his life, whether it was the right one. Nights spent on watch, squinting into an empty ocean shining beneath a full moon made him think not, for that was when he was at his loneliest, craving contact and someone special to pine for. Having no-one to even miss made him feel a hollow shell of a man, even vampires had it better than him. Perhaps that was why he was so drawn to them; immortality had to be just as lonely, right?
The result of all his solitude was, of course, that he was ready almost instantly for things to progress. He was no premature climaxer, but it had been a long time at sea and he was ready to be drilled into in the worst way, his breathing rougher, his body undulating wantonly against the fingers inside him, his hands grasping restlessly at the vampire or stroking himself - though he stopped that almost as soon as he began it, knowing he would blow his stack if he didn\'t.
"Fuck me... please," he begged, his voice a keening wail of lust and desperation, the need to be filled blinding in its intensity.