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You're-- mm... I want to move.

[He wants to do this in the real bed. It's just hard to concentrate on that when he's disconnected and feeling nice. He doesn't stop undressing Felid or responding to him, he just whines while he's doing it.]

Where?

[His mouth is preoccupied kissing and tasting Glen's skin, along his chest and ribs, so his words might be muffled.]

The bed.

[His fingers tangle in Felid's hair, holding him close as Glen's breath becomes ragged, chest heaving under Felid's lips.]

Is here not good enough?

[He licks at Glen's nipples, tugs his pants down and explores his skin gently with open palms.]

We're right in the window.

[That's a better excuse than just saying "I don't want to ruin my 'me zone'", right? Felid knows the truth, but voicing it will just egg him on, and Glen's already gasping and squirming and feeling both very turned on and very uncomfortable as it is. There's a definite inner tug of war between what he knows he really wants and what feels best right now, and he's really not too far from giving in and just hating himself later.]

No one will see.

[Felid knows exactly why Glen wants to move but he'll go along with the facade, that there's any other reason to protest then Glen simply wanting to keep a small area for himself. He ignores the real reason, addresses the fake one, and kisses his way down to Glen's hip, breath warm on his skin, hair tickling Glen as it falls around his shoulders.]

I just-- I want to.

[He pulls at Felid's hair, whining in protest and trying to steady his breath and his thoughts.]

I'm gonna pretend like you want. Just-- You pretend too. That means listening to me.

[Felid hums against Glen's skin, dragging his tongue along to taste him for a moment, biting enough to draw blood before pulling back.]

The bed then, dearest.

[He flinches at the bite, gently pushing Felid's face away and sliding out from under him now that he's sure he won't be stopped. But he lets his hand slide down his shoulder as he goes, and it's only a few steps to the bed, where he climbs in and reaches out for Felid to follow. Pretending is fine. He just needs it to be within certain limitations, certain guidelines, so he maintain his sense of self -- or rather, so he can choose to give that up slowly instead of violently and all at once.]

Don't be slow.

[Really it's better this way, Glen giving in willingly in little steps is so much sweeter than taking everything--he's had that, and he's seen how Glen breaks that way. So this is new, and exciting, stimulating. It's fun to watch Glen tell himself it's a lie but fall into enjoying it because he can't resist it, to see his sense of self erode with each little capitulation.]

[So he joins Glen on the bed, crawling on top of him with light caresses and kisses, all sweet and attentive.]

I'm not the one delaying us.

You're the one that went over there just to bug me.

[He knows what that was. He's not stupid. But right now it's also more important to be kissing Felid, nipping at his lip with sharp teeth he hasn't quite gotten used to yet and pulling him close.]

I just want your attention.

[But really it's more in the tone of a mild lover's argument, pressing up against Glen with a pleased hum as he returns the kiss passionately, sharp nails clawing very gently at Glen's skin, to stimulate, not maim, a flush in his cheeks and the hardness between his legs speaking volumes for how much he's into this, this cute little playacting they're doing that's turning him on way too much.]

I'm giving that to you already.

[He grumbles, but he's shivering anyhow, pressing up against Felid and just as turned on. He can't help it. Felid had plenty of time to condition him when he was being awful, and now he's even more messed up by this false love and the sheer excitement of being treated kindly in ways he isn't used to. It's easy to let himself go. It's much harder to fight it, and he's decided not to for now, so he trails kisses along Felid's jawline and lets himself just zone out.]

You are.

[Felid moans softly, leans back to drag Glen's legs p and apart, sliding his hands down between them to stroke his cock. He lifts his fingers a moment, licking them, making a show of it, sensual and slow before pressing them wet and warm into Glen.]

[He tightens his knees a little at the feeling, but only just that bit, shuddering and gasping and clinging to Felid like he really wants this. And he does, or part of him does, even while another part of him remembers being taunted and humiliated for showing any kind of reaction just a little while ago. Not that this whole situation isn't just one much bigger mind game. But he doesn't care, he doesn't care, as long as it feels like he's loved and wanted. It's bullshit, but he's losing his mind and he needs to feel something positive or he'll just break faster.]

[Felid kisses his throat, a sweet endearment, a reward for good behavior, resting Glen's legs over his shoulders as he spreads him with gentle fingers--he's never been this nice about it before Glen was a vampire, but now? He's so attentive and gentle it would drive anyone insane at the contrast. It's hard to imagine these are the same hands that hurt and broke him a year ago.]

[His fingers spread and curl when Glen's ready, teasing his prostate a bit.]

[It's reflex to hold the response in, to be quiet and stubborn. Knowing he's being manipulated and that his submission is a sick game to Felid makes him want to be as difficult as always, too. But a bigger part of him just tells that instinct to shut up, shut up, because there's nothing he can do, and he wants to feel something that isn't awful, and maybe, maybe he should just be grateful for this because at least it doesn't hurt anymore, not in the ways it used to, and at least, even if it's a gross forced lie, he does love Felid. He feels a little like crying, a lot disgusted at himself, but he just shoves that down and almost spitefully lets himself respond nice and loud, back arching as he presses against Felid's fingers in search of more, more pleasure, more of this fake feeling of love.]