Cersie's strength was waning a bit, but he didn't want to just lie there and let the other take what he wanted. He drew on the remnants of his power, his eyes glowing brilliantly. Even though he was paler than normal because of the blood loss, he was already starting to recover, drawing on the soft currents in the air. It wasn't nearly enough, but that mingled with arousal and adrenaline had him able to accomplish this. Iseulith felt so good wrapped around his cock. His thrust were slow and languid, drawing pleasure out of them both. Though he kept getting distracted by shifting room and the odd current in the air. Not much. Truly seeing the other lost in pleasure was far more distracting. And it was what he was aiming for. "You're so gorgeous," he whispered, his hips still churning in fluid motions. He was gentle, languid, taking his time.<br/><br/>He let out a shaky laugh, followed by a groan. His hands slid down the backs of Iseulith's thighs, holding them as he continued to thrust. He drew back until the tip was sitting inside him before he shoved into him without hesitation. It caused him to moan again, and his eyes locked onto Iseulith's. When Iseu rested his legs on his shoulders, Cersie leaned forward and grabbed Iseulith's wrists. He pinned his arms over his head, lost in his gaze again. All thought went out the proverbial window and he started to ram into him. His breath stuttered and he jerked, thrusting into him with force and desire, hunger and longing. He panted, his heart beating sluggishly.<br/><br/>It was more exerting with the blood loss. He wanted his strength back, and sweat beaded his brow. He didn't stop though. He'd been commanded, and the pleasure that he was drawing out of himself and the vampire stole everything else from him. The language the other had spoke sent shivers down his spine. He didn't recognize it, and he would try to remember to ask him what it was later. For now, all he wanted was to finish them both off. He leaned down, still gripping Iseulith's wrists as he kissed him back feverishly. He moaned into his mouth and let the other pull away from him. Cersie leaned against the couch, his heart working overtime to try to get the blood back into his veins, to restore his strength.<br/><br/>The next thing he realized was Iseulith on all fours. He groaned again and ran a hand down his spine, then slid forward, crowding up behind him. He ground his cock against his hole a few times before he thrust back inside him, bottoming out in one go. "Iseulith," he moaned, then pulled back and pounded into him, over and over. He didn't hold back, feeling his climax build. It was rapid, and he reached down to wrap his hand around Iseulith's erection. He stroked him in tempo with his thrusts. "I...oh..." He moaned, pressing his mouth to the nape of Iseulith's neck.<br/><br/>He cried out, his hips jerking as he spilled his seed inside the other. He wrapped his other arm around him, moaning while his hand tried to bring the vampire to completion alongside his own.