For once Finn lacked a snarky comeback, much more focused on getting fucked like he'd always wanted from Magnai. He doubted this would happen again outside of heat driving those base instincts in the varcolac so he enjoyed every second of the brutal rhythm supplying the building pressure in his lower belly. Any words that escaped among the grunts and groans and whines of need were curses and encouragement for Magnai to keep fucking going. That hand in the younger's long hair brought his head down for lips to meet so that Finn could taste his own blood and the aggressive energy he fed on.
"Keep goin'," he breathed out roughly. He rolled his hips in time with the other's pace, squeezed those muscles tight around the swelling heat inside himself. "Fuck, keep fuckin' goin', Magnai, almost fuckin' there."
The kiss was an unwelcome surprise and Magnai punished it immediately (or perhaps not, considering Finn's tastes), biting far too harshly to be amorous on the familiar's lower lip. More hot blood, more fragile flesh between his teeth -- the varcolac came perilously close to biting through before he made himself tear his fangs free again to leave the ruby drops winding down Finn's chin from several new punctures. A pretty sight for the act that had spawned it, for the anger even the brutal fucking couldn't soothe in him. The rage seethed, crackled, clamoring under his skin for somewhere to go.
Magnai slammed himself deep into the demon's hole, pinning him hard to the wall before his hand cracked open-palmed and heavy across Finn's face, barely giving him time to recover from the hit before the alpha's fingers twisted in that tangle of blond hair to wrench the familiar's head back. "You mind your fucking place around me, Finnegan," Magnai snarled lowly, starting to thrust roughly into him again, eyes blazing where they bored into the familiar's, "You beg if you want something. When did I say you could use my name, whore?"

















