To be fair, this started out a bit more aggressive than any of their previous intimate encounters; the promise of biting will do that, which doesn't exactly lend itself to gentleness, especially when one is a predatory creature. Night wraiths.

Trapped in the circle of his lover's legs, Eccarius leans forward, pushing aside whatever clothing might be still covering Cassidy's torso, his own fangs very much in evidence as he moves his mouth over the other man's chest, scraping his sharp teeth against the tattooed skin; not biting just yet, but definitely well beyond gentle.

"Who's coy?"