<div class="floatright">(http://i179.photobucket.com/albums/w310/Sparrowhawke/VernRieder.jpg)</div><div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 24pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: copperplate gothic bold;">Vern Reider</span></span><br/><strong>Location<strong> || <em>Vern's Room.</em><br/><strong>Tagging</strong> || <em>Vkraci</em></strong></strong></div><br/><hr/><hr/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 9pt;">Vern’s tongue flicked hungrily over the wound in Vkraci’s mouth, tasting at his blood and giving a low groan. He felt the man’s hands clutching at his arm and welcomed it, even if nails bit into his skin. Perhaps he would even enjoy it more if they did. He kept the embrace for a few moments, still clinging to him desperately, before pulling away.<br/><br/>His gaze was intense, and only broken by the removal of his shirt, which he almost ripped off, testing the integrity of the fabric. The removal of the shirt showed his body, which appeared much younger than his face, apart from the few scars marring his skin. He tossed it aside, his hands moving to quickly undo the bindings of his pants. Once they were free, he pulled Vkraci back into a deep kiss, gripping his body tightly and pulling him further into the room. <br/><br/>The embrace was broken once more as he threw the man onto the bed, and it only took the amount of time needed to remove his pants before he was following, bearing down on the man with a violent passion. As always, he was tempted to literally rip the clothes from Vkraci’s body, but he resisted the urge. Still, it was far from gentle as he pulled the clothing away, even raking his nails up the man’s chest as he pulled away the shirt.<br/><br/>Once the shirt was gone, Vern moved his lips elsewhere. He started with the jaw, biting lightly only so that they wouldn’t leave a mark, before moving downwards, along his neck and to his shoulder. The instant he got to a point normally hidden by clothing, his bites became harsher, digging deeply into skin, occasionally biting through it. His hands then began to pull at Vkraci’s pants, fumbling from time to time in his urgency.</span>