Slow Dancing In A Burning Room || Miklas
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It all just felt so good, it was wrong, and that was what had always made it right. Mikus had trained his "younger" very well in that aspect. "Every mouthful is meant for you." He muttered, guilty of sighing out a pant after, finding his vision suddenly blurring in the slightest as his pulse fell. Physically shuttering, the fangs dragged out, the flesh ripe and pulsing from the injury, as if on fire. The red that trailed his skin and Mikus' lips drove him wild. Maybe the Katla's were meant for this life; a vampiric existence. Sick. Twisted. Monstrous enough to delight in it.
The foreplay continued and though it frustrated Niklas in other ways he convinced himself to not interrupt, take control, this was the end for him and he wouldn't get another chance. This pain, red, weakness, all would vanish, but for now he'd have to allow it to linger further. Be reminded of what he was about to lose. Niklas moved his body forward to meet halfway with Mikus, naturally, biting his lip again and for once suppressing grunts though he imagined Mikus wouldn't like that. Certainly others had fucked him, and oh he'd fucked plenty, but the former... it hadn't happened again, not since rediscovering his beloved twin. Not even with Adrian.Â
"Yeah ... un jums bĹŤs tikai viens, uz visiem laikiem." Niklas reassured, again, and then again. Forever. That was never in Niklas' vocabulary, not till now. Forever was a word he'd mocked his entire life. "Es esmu human, bet es neesmu vÄjĹĄ, nevis tÄpat kÄ visi pÄrÄjie." His eyes narrowed and his grip tightened as he firmly reminded his twin, who of course teased him for his mortal strength, but in all honesty there was more to Niklas Katla than what his species could possibly define. Human aside, he was not weak, only Mikus could be considered his true weakness, and he had the right mind to run away and abandon it many times, now he would couldnever run from this vampire again. "Es nezinu mÄŤlestÄŤbu. Tikai jĹŤsu mÄŤlestÄŤba. BrÄlis."
