Demitriy let out a very sensual pur at the bite on his neck. Cyrus was responding very well and he was more than aroused. This was something completely different, almost special. He was never aroused by anything but torture and sexual sadism but for a reason he could never truly comprehend lust was able to give him a massive hardon. He wasnt ever this hard unless he was in thr throws of sadism with a victim. He wanted it, wanted him.<br/><br/>At the tug of his pants, he leaned in closer to Cyrus, lips just inches from his. "Let's go." He nipped at Cyrus' bottom lip before grabbing his hand. "Lead the way, love." He followed his lover without any sort of resistance.<br/><br/>Images of his former bouts of passion with Yvonne flashed through his mind. He could hear her moans of pleasure, see the expressions on her face as he drove her to the point of madness with his body. She had been utter perfection, a dark angel thay could make the demons within his mind become quiet. In a world of running bodies , she was the only person standing still.<br/><br/>And now he had her.... him back.<br/><br/>He followed Cyrus back to his apartment, not even caring that the place smelled like a whore house. It was sometging he had grown accustomed to long ago when he had bedded lust. He grabbed his beloved by his pants again as soon as the door closed and tugged his body into his, leaning down to lay rough, intense kisses on his neck. He undid the button on lust's pants with one hand, wanting to feel what he would be dealing with. "Let me see this charm you spoke of," he whispered but his words were no less commanding.