[ KIERAN IS A VERY LARGE MAN WHEN HE IS NOT A VERY LARGE SEAL AND CHRIS IS A TINY STARVED VAMPIRE
that is to say, he is squashed flat with an indignant squawk, which gets kissed right out of his mouth. (the indignant is really only because he had to let go of Kieran's dick, to be honest.) but he squirms a bit in return anyway, since he'd only been half turned when Kieran pounced, and then finally does give in to his earlier desire and wraps his legs around his waist. Chris is still only half-hard, but that's more than enough for Kieran to feel his interest pressed against him. ]
[Kieran shivers a little when Chris wraps his legs around him, but he also pressed his entire body up against the vampire to warm him up basically without hesitation earlier, so this doesn't prompt him to recoil or anything. Instead it's just another sensation to go with the rest, and he's much more focused on feeling Chris's interest a little warmer against his skin.
Squashing enthusiasm intensifies, Kieran's arms wrapped tight around Chris even as he presses him into the sand.]
[ oh, God, someone save him from how cute that is. untangling himself from the kiss, laughing breathlessly— mostly so he can catch his breath, but also so he can be kind of a bastard and actually lick at Kieran's jaw. even if Kieran doesn't really mind the temperature of the rest of him, at least his mouth is warm. ]
[ the wheeze of his laughter abruptly rasps into a hungry noise as he bites at Kieran's exposed neck before he's even consciously recognized it's on offer. it almost hurts, this time, before starting to burn with the same pleasure his wrist had.
...the startled, sheepish noise he makes after his brain catches up would be easy to miss with that. the roll of his hips is less so. ]
[Kieran whines softly, a little helpless, quiet but noticeable in its vibration against Chris's mouth. He rolls his hips down, too, to meet Chris's movements, pressing him still more into the sand.]
[ please don't make him into a batcake? his only real resistance to it at this point is stubbornly hanging on to Kieran, though, trying not to dig in with his fingernails anywhere in an attempt to keep hold of him. (which is maybe a bit silly to worry about when his teeth just sliced open Kieran's neck, but. he never claimed to make sense.)
Chris is both greedier about feeding this time and more gradual; he wants enough of that heat in him to function, he wants to devour the taste of Kieran's lust, but at the same time he absolutely wants to draw this out. to make it good. he squirms and accidentally kicks a bit, both to try to get more contact and also to try to get his legs properly tangled with Kieran's for better leverage ]
[Kieran slowly realizes that he is in fact squashing his guest, and with GREAT EFFORT braces himself up. This comes with the side-effect of Chris having to sit up a little, too, but there's the bonus of the selkie being able to sweep both Chris's legs up over his hips, settle nicely between his legs and grind.]
[ sitting up is no problem; he's clinging to Kieran stubbornly enough that he comes along with him without even trying, making a soft grumbling noise of protest that quickly turns into a low, shuddery groan. ]
[ yes, yes, yes— kneading at his back, reaching one hand up to card into his hair as he moves with Kieran, humming in encouragement. he's nowhere near close himself but he doesn't care, parasitism at it's finest with how vicariously focused he is on every gasp, every tensed muscle ]
[That encouragement was all he needs, and he cries out so sharp and forceful it's almost a bark, bucking against the smaller man, coming on Chris's pants and his own stomach.]
[ shudders—against how cool his skin is that feels hot—and swallows, hard, gulping down the taste of endorphins and pleasure as Kieran rides out orgasm before finally sealing the bite and disengaging. he keeps those touches up the whole time, all cold roaming hands even when he lets go to nuzzle blindly at Kieran's jaw ]
[ he smells like sex and salt and Kieran, and that metallic bitter chill that's just him.
with the way Chris is curled up, though, that ends up being somewhere around his hipbone. he's still aroused and sensitive enough that he ends up involuntarily squirming and stretching a bit without trying to pull away at all, flopping across Kieran's side. ]
[huffs him shamelessly, rumbling deep in his chest with satisfaction at how much Chris is steeped in his scent, stroking his side with a warm hand, the other still in his hair.]
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that is to say, he is squashed flat with an indignant squawk, which gets kissed right out of his mouth. (the indignant is really only because he had to let go of Kieran's dick, to be honest.) but he squirms a bit in return anyway, since he'd only been half turned when Kieran pounced, and then finally does give in to his earlier desire and wraps his legs around his waist. Chris is still only half-hard, but that's more than enough for Kieran to feel his interest pressed against him. ]
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Squashing enthusiasm intensifies, Kieran's arms wrapped tight around Chris even as he presses him into the sand.]
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Kierannn—
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[shudders and jerks his head up a little, trying to get Chris's mouth on his neck. needy and wanting and so so so turned on.]
Chris-
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...the startled, sheepish noise he makes after his brain catches up would be easy to miss with that. the roll of his hips is less so. ]
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[Kieran whines softly, a little helpless, quiet but noticeable in its vibration against Chris's mouth. He rolls his hips down, too, to meet Chris's movements, pressing him still more into the sand.]
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Chris is both greedier about feeding this time and more gradual; he wants enough of that heat in him to function, he wants to devour the taste of Kieran's lust, but at the same time he absolutely wants to draw this out. to make it good. he squirms and accidentally kicks a bit, both to try to get more contact and also to try to get his legs properly tangled with Kieran's for better leverage ]
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Kieran.
[ ...trying to get him to roll over ]
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[It takes him a few seconds to gain enough awareness to even notice Chris trying to move him.
...Just. Tips over onto his side bonelessly.]
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[props himself up a little to watch him, flushed and disheveled, even more than usual.]
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Good... if it didn't then I'm doing a lot of things very wrong.
[ draping up against him. he's faintly flushed himself, bright eyed and just generally better looking. ]
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[a pleased hum, and he tucks his face against whatever bit of chris is in reach, breathing in his scent.]
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with the way Chris is curled up, though, that ends up being somewhere around his hipbone. he's still aroused and sensitive enough that he ends up involuntarily squirming and stretching a bit without trying to pull away at all, flopping across Kieran's side. ]
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...which is a train of thought he entertains for too long, a few minutes actually, before he stiffens and starts to try and remove the vampire gently]
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