[[is it strange to fuck a man in his husband's house? it seems so. or maybe that's just janus' old-fashioned sensibilities, and a professional killer's sense of paranoia besides. habits. but janus isn't the impulsive turd lord that some of our characters might be, and habits don't control them entirely. you can make a mission out of anything, and this one promises to be more pleasant than most.]

If you're referring to my cock, [they say, a little dry, which is, in fact, a sharp contrast to how their nethers look at the moment, flush and damp,] then yes.

they fall with rafaello, rather than on top of them. chest to chest, breath crashing into the vampire's unliving cheek. their hips tilted, so that rafa can get long fingers around their dick and work up a little friction.] But I-- [oh that's good. there's a catch of their breath, their fingers tight on the sheets for a moment.] --um. I'd like to-- [a boyish smile flits over their face, a little lustful, no regret as their dick slips over the crook of rafa's thumb,] return the favor, as they say.