<i>Then taste me.</i><br/><br/>Those words set his body aflame, both from the knowledge that he was needed and that of anticipation. While he'd already gotten a taste of Sam in the most literal sense, now . . . now the incubus could truly savor the mortal spread out before him in invitation. Lips explored his own skin now, the sensation bolting through him and straight to his already painfully-hard cock. He stilled himself, not under any assumptions that Sam would be up for anything too vigorous in his state, a state that was all Furon's fault to begin with. If anything, the demon owed Sam an apology. And this was, after all, his greatest talent. With Sam's obvious want pressing insistently against him through many layers of fabric, he knew exactly how to begin making up for his violence. After that, well , he'd figure that out tomorrow.<br/><br/>The human's breaths seemed strained,  not only in a manner that bespoke of lust, but also pain, leaving tiny seeds of guilt that tugged at the demon's conscience. Other's of his kind might call him soft, weak . . . for showing even the slightest hint of compassion for his victims. And he'd prove them wrong by snuffing them out with his shadows. Furon broke their escalating kiss, holding the man's face gently between his hands. "Shhhh, easy. We have plenty of time. Don't hurt yourself further." The last thing he wanted was for the blond to reopen his wound and bleed out all over the living room. Also a part of him wanted to savor this intriguing soul he'd found, with it's beautiful body and glorious scent.<br/><br/>There was also a part of him that still craved to tear him to shreds and devour every wisp of energy the mortal had to give, but he silenced it, having already seen the damage it would cause.<br/><br/>Sam pulled him closer, but as his body was obviously wracked with chills that reverberated through them both, Furon knew this wasn't a need for lust, but warmth. He gladly obliged, holding him close. Of course he'd originally intended to suck the man off here on the sofa, but he doubted Sam would stay conscious much longer and he would definitely be easier to keep an eye on in the bedroom rather than sitting directly in front of the door and therefore the edge of the wards. As shivers wracked through the man once more, Furon conceded. "There are blankets in the bedroom." And a bed, his cock insisted. Without thinking that he might seem inhuman, his lips found the other's again as he wrapped his arms around his waist and lifted his weight easily. Guiding the pair carefully across his home, it was mere seconds before Furon lowered Sam's back into a plush duvet, his own body following the other down, pausing long enough to divest himself of his own jacket and covering him with body heat. "Warmer?" The words ghosted over the blond's ear as hot hands found their way beneath Sam's shirt, sliding gingerly over bruised ribs with a growl. A growl of possession, a growl of anger, that others had hurt what he'd laid claim to. Both others and himself.