Dmitri lived for these moments. Mercilessly chipping away at their stubborn resistance, taking control of their pleasure, turning them to putty in his hands. Watching as the other man gave in to the pleasure, his resistance submitting to the inevitable.<br/><br/>Blood-lust sated for a time, Dima drank in the sight of the man coming undone beneath him. Warmth coating his hands as the tension finally snapped, catching him in the chest and spilling onto the others lower abdomen. His own desires set ablaze, demanded attention, but he'd already gotten what he'd wanted, and was in no rush to take everything in one sitting. Part of the pleasure was in not having it all at once. Like a fine wine, one did not simply down the glass in one swallow.<br/><br/>The vampire's lips curled into a slow grin, a dark brow arching at the man's words. He glanced down at his hands, before ice green eyes locked onto to the other and he drew a finger into his mouth. A thoughtful hum vibrating in his chest; the man's salty aftertaste nothing like the blood in his veins, but no less tantalizing. Sitting back, dropped his hands to rest lightly on the male's stomach, "You have yet to disappoint, but the night is still young," he gave the man a light pat before climbing off the bed.<br/><br/>"I'd suggest you cleaned yourself up before coming down." With those parting words, he left Noah alone without so much as a backward glance.