@roadkilldcoyote // in my head before he finds out that the cult is vampires he’s so confused about people making comments about his scent and he just starts putting SO much cologne on 😭 he thinks everyone thinks he’s stinky
[ his room’s already full of smoke — it’s seeping out from under the closed door. there’s also some kind of Growling music emanating from his room. he’s having fun in there. ]
Shane sighs as soon as Gabriel’s hips are rolling against his own. He saugus again when he feels the other man’s tongue in his mouth.
They’re kissing like that for a while. Once again it’s Shane who breaks it, but he doesn’t go far.
He kisses the corner of—
just a mess of desperation and absolute want.
Gabriel wants the only thing he remembers to be Shane Faulkner’s name. He could die a happy man like that.
— On Gabriel’s.
“Whatever you need, please, wanna give it to you.”
Shane wasn’t usually such a…devout lover, but it was almost like this was naturally the only option in the moment.
His head was spinning with 𝘎𝘢𝘣𝘦, 𝘎𝘢𝘣𝘦, 𝘎𝘢𝘣𝘦.
“Mm not enough?” Shane tries again, stealing yet another kiss. Greedy greedy man.
“Promise I’m usually better at finding that sweet spot. This is a lil different though,” He hums, hands moving to under his own belt, letting it clink against his upper thighs before moving in—