<i>I want you to move.</i><br/><br/>If his heart hadn’t stilled centuries ago, it would’ve skipped at that.  It was so sincere, so beautifully uttered.  It made Kade want to fulfill any desires the human had, to give him every pleasure, and make him his completely.  But the next thing he knew, Dorian was acting less sure.  The reason revealed was adorable, and so very… human.  He chuckled and took one of those hands that had left him, placing it flat against the middle of his chest.<br/><br/>“I told you before,” he assured gently, “that you are not destined to die tonight.  Not by my hand, and I would not allow anyone to harm you.  You belong to<i>me</i>, now.  But this body… is not alive.”  By that time, he figured that Dorian would’ve caught on to the lack of a heartbeat.  “Not by your standards.  It’s frozen in time.  Disease could never live in me.”  He hoped that was somewhat comforting, even if it was a reminder that Dorian was having sex with a ‘creature of the undead’, or whatever vampires were called nowadays.<br/><br/>Either way, he figured that all he had to do was provide further distraction, and so taking Dorian’s previous invitation to move, Kade did so.  It was a slow withdraw, but he drove himself back in with more force than before.  Not that he was unnecessarily rough, only becoming a more demanding lover.  He made that hand move across his chest, wanting to feel the warmth of Dorian’s hand touching him more.  But the new pace was intense for him, too, and he finally couldn’t resist the pull of pleasure.  He groaned and did his own exploration, his hand running over the other’s body in appreciation.  His body might’ve been frozen in time, but Dorian’s was not, and he wanted to memorize every detail.<br/><br/>It didn’t so much end as it came to a culmination of Kade’s fascination as he wrapped his fingers around the other’s cock.  He admired the shape of Dorian, even more than the first stolen moment of sexual play on the ground months ago, and enjoyed finding more slickness there than just the lube he’d spilt between them when he stroked his thumb over the tip.<br/><br/>“Don’t think… just feel,” he whispered between unrelenting thrusts, his fingers curling through Dorian’s hair.  The game was interesting, but now all he wanted was to do exactly what he’d instructed the man beneath him to do, to only feel, to become lost to the moment, to the pleasure.  He moaned his prey’s name against those tempting lips and kissed him again, his hand tightening around the man’s cock as he continued to stroke him.