He'd been pissed, he wanted to make him bleed, make him stop, or at least redirect, but there didn't seem to be any dissuading him now, not with the way he was splitting him open. He tried to keep separate, tried to hold on to the anger, clenched and spat and bared his teeth but it only seemed to encourage the other and then he was spreading him open further, burying deeper, over and over, unrelenting and he arched in spite of himself when he hit the angle just right, a needy moan escaping him. "Shit. Richie..."

It had been good between them, once, almost like this, and it was the memory of what had been that had him reaching for him, a hand against his side, nails curled to dig into skin, hips rolling as the younger vampire took hold of him with lazy strokes. The leg not trapped hooked around his hip, pulling him closer as Set matched him stroke for stroke; he wanted to hate him for this, and part of him still did, but fuck, it felt good for all that, having him that close, being filled by him. Nails dug in tighter, almost drawing blood, he stared right back. "You're a fucking asshole, you know that? This doesn't change anything."