Micheletto says:
 *chews at neck*

de Sable ± Borgia ± Cavazza says:
  -grins lopsidedly, bearing his neck further-

Micheletto says:
  *laps over his skin once granted more access, slowly sinking his teeth into him*

de Sable ± Borgia ± Cavazza says:
  -softly groans, biting into his own lower lip- .. -laughs lightly- I've missed your teeth, amante..

Micheletto says:
 *Chuckles darkly, one hand curling into his hair* I've missed putting them to work on you... *sharply bites down on his throat, just enough to pierce the skin*

de Sable ± Borgia ± Cavazza says:
 -licks the corners of his mouth, breathing out sultrily and watching him from the corner of his eye- ...That is good to know, then, that this is mutual-- -groans more deeply at the piercing bite, though relishing in the pain of it-

Micheletto says:
 *Lets a low, rough noise of approval rumble at the back of his throat, free hand trekking down his back until able to slip down the back of his breeches* *breathing harsh but steady out his nose, applies more pressure from his jaws and tightens his fingers in the others hair*

de Sable ± Borgia ± Cavazza says:
 Shifting his knees around to be sitting closer in his lap, Cesare softly moaned, arching his back inwards against him, feeling the blood from the punctures in his neck slowly ooze down his throat. One hand fisted in the front of Micheletto's vestments, the other palmed over his chest, nails dragging.

Micheletto says:
 Sucking on the bite mark for a few moments, he finally pulled his mouth back for a breath before lapping over the spot, ridding it of some of the blood. Micheletto let the large, calloused hand wander down further, briefly squeezing Cesare's ass, switching to the clean side of his neck to grin against momentarily before biting down again.

de Sable ± Borgia ± Cavazza says:
 Despite the throbbing pain now in his neck, it only sent blood further south, Cesare arching against him and exposing the other side of his neck, having missed those hands on him, squeezing his waist between his thighs as a Spanish purr droned through his bitten lips.

Micheletto says:
 Biting down hard on his masters throat, he removed his teeth more quickly that time, only just pricking his skin. Abandoning his neck, he shifted his lips over Cesare's jaw and to his mouth, slanting their mouths together. One hand fisting his hair, clenching and unclenching, the other worked a finger over him to lightly press against his entrance.

de Sable ± Borgia ± Cavazza says:
 He purred into Micheletto's mouth, one of his hands snaking up to fist into the soft hairs at the nape of his neck as he kissed him back, tongue sliding past his lips. Either side of his neck pulsing out into a tingling numbness, Cesare shuddered lightly, hips twitching toward and back into his touch.

Micheletto says:
 The squeezing of his hips and the slight movement had a soft moan come from Micheletto, nudging against Cesare's tongue with his own. He pressed the dry finger harder into him, allowing it with just a slight struggle to slip into the deep warmth inside the other, unclenching the hand in his hair to run it over the bites.

de Sable ± Borgia ± Cavazza says:
 Tilting his head, Cesare kissed him more firmly, deeper, a more throaty sound coming from him as the finger breached him. He took his mouth away, already panting softly, a light flush over the bridge of his nose before planting fleeting but hard kisses over his mouth and cheeks, leading him back.

Micheletto says:
 Groaning into his mouth, he curled his hand, letting the digit slide in deeper before adding another, the rippling walls quivering and adjusting to the invading fingers. The abundance of kisses forcing him back, he chuckled, laying on his back yet trying to arch up slightly to keep close.

de Sable ± Borgia ± Cavazza says:
 Bringing his body to lax, Cesare nosed his jaw back, breathing softly, shallowly against his neck before sliding his tongue out. Slowly, he ran his tongue over the ridge of his jaw, over the stubble there as he more harshly arched his spine, moving back against his fingers, welcoming them.

Micheletto says:
 Slowly adding movement, Micheletto pulled the fingers in and out of the man, twisting them slightly. He tipped his head back to grant the other access, shuddering at the feel of the wet muscle working over his jaw, trailing his other hand around Cesare's front to palm his chest hard. "Mi dios, Cesare, me perdí esto..."

de Sable ± Borgia ± Cavazza says:
 Barely audible, pleasurable sounds came from him as the fingers moved, teeth scathing over
Micheletto's jaw, biting at the skin to lightly pull at it, following with shaky nips down to his neck. He ground against him, his hair falling into his face as he murmured huskily against his throat:

"Es como el aire para mí, que he sido sofocante..."

Micheletto says:
 The words in a way upset him, the longing for each other something hurtful, but the fact he could have him again at that moment was a comfort. Micheletto sighed, his own fingers shaking as Cesare circled his hips to push back on them, the tight muscle giving way quite easily as the third digit was added.
He quaked at the feeling of teeth, moaning under his breath.

 "Sometimes I long for you so terribly... my thoughts... my own touch... they simply cannot suffice..."

de Sable ± Borgia ± Cavazza says:
 A shaking moan drifted from his drying throat, the pain at the base of his spine dying to a pulsing bliss with his heightening heartbeat. He nodded along absently as Micheletto spoke, hand running down to tug almost insistantly at the waist of his breeches, biting in harder at his neck, just as he did, tongue laving over the skin between his teeth.

Micheletto says:
 The harder bite forcing a heady moan to tumble out his lips, he arched his back, curling his fingers somewhat harshly within him. He shook and quivered still, gaping his mouth, those bites a keen interest in him that he missed. Micheletto twisted and uncurled his fingers, repeating the process over and over, fisting Cesare's shirt and lifting his hips to allow the him to tug as he pleased.

de Sable ± Borgia ± Cavazza says:
 Each movement of his fingers had him twitching with closely paralyzing pleasure, his fingers barely articulating, wishing to give him the same feeling. Deftly pulling at Micheletto's breeches, he shakily reached in, taking a firm hold around his prick.

"....Llévame." He growled gravelly against him.