*Max can only answers in soft moans and small, ticklish jerks. For the first time he'd actually slowed down, allowing himself to enjoy the experience of foreplay. He looks up at Elanah as she teases him, his expression best described as someone who opened the fridge to get the milk and eggs, and instead found one of the Lost Cities of Gold. He realized, not for the first time in his unlife, that his Sire was a lying, conniving bastard. He was looking forward to disproving his Sire for many hours to come.
He reaches up, helping Elanah out of her shirt as well; with all the carefullness and patience of a child unwrapping a new bike on Christmas morning.*
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