Strelein hissed, rather loudly. His hands shot out at the blond's shoulders, then traveling down before raking his back with his nails in the pain of their contact. He bit on his tongue, wondering why he thought he was drunk enough to ignore this beginning, dry as it was. Blood welled up where his canines dug into his tongue, filling his mouth with the salty iron taste. There was not much blood, but he could still taste it rolling down his throat. His nails dug in deeper the moment that Daisuke moved, sending more pain up his back, causing him to groan into the other's ear.
Never did he tell the blond to stop, since he had not told Leroy to stop after a few moments had passed. There was no reason to demand Daisuke to cease his movements and let him adjust. It did not work that way, and the feelings of pain were being washed over with other, more enjoyable feelings. Strel let it pass, growling as he felt the contact increase and decrease in faster increments. He grabbed Daisuke's face, pulling at the hair near where neck met skull. He bit at the other male's lip, eagerly and almost trying to draw blood, as he moved himself up and down to match the rhythm the other had set.
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