With Sampson leaning into him fully, and not just for physical support Furon began to realize as he found a contented head of sandy blond buried against his chest, he felt the other's body wracked with tremors in a desperate attempt to keep warm. "Yes. It's not safe. You're attackers are still out there." Which wasn't a complete lie. The other demons were waiting for the wards to fall. Just . . . Sampson had no way of knowing that he was also currently held in the arms of the very same monster who'd sank his teeth into him like a ribeye. They were nearly flush as Furon held the fireman from slumping to the floor, Sampson's shivers reverberating through them both. Adjusting his hold as the man carried on about needing a hospital, he finally caught the stink of alcohol just beneath the thick surface of the strong aphrodisiac that had drawn him towards the fray in the first place. Like a magnet. "I think drunk is the least of your problems," he grumbled as his previous arousal returned for revenge. "And . . . Your orientation isn't of import, now come lie down." Preferences rarely mattered where incubi were concerned as Furon had found his kind could be more than persuasive.<br/><br/>An overwhelming guilt filled him to the brim as he eyed the blood stained bandages and darkening bruises on the human he'd very nearly ripped to shreds, Furon couldn't say he regretted his behavior entirely. If not for the craze that had taken over his mind, more overpowering than anything he'd ever felt in the past, then Sampson would have been used as a plaything for dozens of others, violated until he'd collapsed from exhaustion.<br/><br/>Furon wasn't sure why he cared, why he felt like<i>this one</i>was his alone, only that he felt both the need to protect and the drive to devour at the same time. If the horde of hellish denizens had actually proceeded with their sick games, Furon couldn't say he wouldn't have slaughtered them out of rage. It was a fate that befell dozens of mortals year round and obviously he couldn't save them all. Making the attempt would only serve to piss off others of his own kind, and while Furon was certainly no lower tier scum, keeping his head down was in his best interests. For if he were noticed . . .<br/><br/>If he were noticed, he'd likely never set foot outside of Hell ever again.<br/><br/>And yet somehow the risk seemed worth it, in retrospect as he guided the human to the sofa only to find himself pulled along with him almost demandingly. He nearly found the strength to pull away, but all willpower wilted the instant Sam's hot mouth found his neck. "Fuck . . ." Furon was starving, desperate for a meal and driven helplessly by the energy of the solstice. And this man's seeming willingness was not helping. "Sampson . . . If you don't stop this . . . " He needed to go get the cold  human a blanket. Yes. Not ravage him senseless on the couch. However, as he caught the man's scent yet again, combined with the sight of his lean neck as he let his head rest on the cushion behind him, there was little Furon could do to stop himself. Eyes glistening like polished obsidian, he grasped the other's stubbled cheek desperately and captured his lips in a hungry kiss as he finally gave in to his need. Hot hands traveled down the planes of a toned abdomen, none too shy about their intentions as he dipped his fingers into Sam's waistband. Furon pulled back long enough to speak, his teeth sharpened but concealed behind reddened lips. "If you object to this, tell me now because . . . " Because Furon knew he wouldn't be able to resist taking his fill of whatever sexual energy Sam had left in him after the trauma he'd just suffered. "With a sweet scent like that, I bet you taste divine," he growled. A voice in the back of the demon's mind told him this was the worst idea he'd had in a long time, but he didn't wait for Sam's answer, instead diving into the tanned throat beneath him with a series of gentle kisses. The incubus was careful with his teeth and of the damage he'd caused earlier as his tongue danced around the edges of the bandage in apology. He had more control this time, less frenzied now that he had the human all to himself.<br/><br/>And while Sam was clearly exhausted, Furon hoped it wouldn't take too much energy out of him to enjoy having a skilled mouth between his legs.