Power was almost a tangible thing between them as Dylan shifted, eyes flashing differently and knowing that the fangs came with it. Just that thought made him tremble, body still shuddering from the afterschocks and knowing what was to come. Likely him again, if this went as he thought it would. Or how he was hoping it would as Daniel bore down, purposefully working his cunt against Dylan, just to see what he might do, what Danny could do to him.

Then there was pleasure. Fucking insane amounts of pleasure. It shot through Danny, straight to his core, and then through to his cunt. There wasn't even a moment to think. Not when he could still taste Dylan, could feel him coming inside of him. Daniel whimpered, whining, crying out as he came again, claws scratching a bit more roughly over Dylan's back, barely able to stay conscious enough to catch himself from trying to bathe himself in Dylan's blood.

Powered by lust, lightheaded from being fed on like that, and still bucking as this second orgasm left him barely able to even see past the haze of lust.