Monty didn't know what to make of the expression showing on Ishmael's face. Ishmael always seemed so confident, so sure of himself. It was what attracted him to the vampire in the first place. The look made him uncomfortable for some reason, he wanted to know what had the vampire so unsure about doing something he did tons of times with other people - even him, in the early days of their acquaintance - but he also didn't.
Ishmael wasn't saying anything, the silence stretching between them. Tension seemed to ripple within the silence though Monty had to wonder if that was only so for him. There was some sort of importance in this but the conman could not figure out what it might be. Monty Morales was not a man that did feelings beyond the ones he had for his own self. So why did it currently feel like that was not currently the entire truth?
Monty eyed Ishmael as the vampire snarled and grasped him by his shoulders and held him firmly against him. A hiss of pain escaped his teeth as the vampire sank his teeth into his neck. Monty was silent, pondering his own reasons for allowing Ishmael what he would have never let any other vampire in his acquaintance do. He could not fully understand them though that might have been because he was consciously doing his best not to think too hard about it.
As the vampire took what he needed, Monty found his arms wrapping tight around Ishmael, almost of their own accord. Pressing close like he usually did whenever he was seducing Ishmael into having a bit of fun in his bed. Finding some sort of comfort in doing so though he would rather shoot his own foot off than admit to the vampire that he was finding comfort in Ishmaels closeness despite the vampire feeding from him.
Ishmael wasn't saying anything, the silence stretching between them. Tension seemed to ripple within the silence though Monty had to wonder if that was only so for him. There was some sort of importance in this but the conman could not figure out what it might be. Monty Morales was not a man that did feelings beyond the ones he had for his own self. So why did it currently feel like that was not currently the entire truth?
Monty eyed Ishmael as the vampire snarled and grasped him by his shoulders and held him firmly against him. A hiss of pain escaped his teeth as the vampire sank his teeth into his neck. Monty was silent, pondering his own reasons for allowing Ishmael what he would have never let any other vampire in his acquaintance do. He could not fully understand them though that might have been because he was consciously doing his best not to think too hard about it.
As the vampire took what he needed, Monty found his arms wrapping tight around Ishmael, almost of their own accord. Pressing close like he usually did whenever he was seducing Ishmael into having a bit of fun in his bed. Finding some sort of comfort in doing so though he would rather shoot his own foot off than admit to the vampire that he was finding comfort in Ishmaels closeness despite the vampire feeding from him.
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