if he had a mind for anything other than where pyce's hands were he would have thought to question why a man who was so adamantly anti-vamp took him to a club with viewing rooms but as it stood he was just pleased pyce perked back up as soon as they were away from the crowd. freeing the other he helped remove his own slacks before latching on once more. he left the rest to his lover

He curved easily, gliding into the position he had taken so many times before. Galvin rode in rhythm with the other matching Ambrosia's raw thrusting movements along with the drumming of the music just beyond the room. The soft sucking along his wrist veins caused a chorus of small cries from his lips. He found himself at first nibbling along Ambrosia's shoulders, digging his finger tips into the flesh to keep himself steady, but before long he had bitten deep into the pale flesh attempting to stifle his cries. It left a ring of tiny deep red grooves.

they were starting to draw a crowd but his delight was off-put by pyce's lack of endurance. he did not go easy on the man however though he did not keep going either when the other finally gave out he called it a night and pulling free dressed himself and pyce and offering his audience a bow lifted the other into his arms and made for the entrance

The soft orange light shifted around the veiled windows peaking through the small slits of the curtains, slowly with each minute it pushing away the night time sky. Galvin woke with a small chill. He lulled his head around his surroundings till his eyes fell upon a pile of red curls. He turned his body with all its protest of aches and pains until his head was resting with his forehead between the mans shoulder blades. He felt odd, but he decided to try putting his arms around Ambrosia's waist as he drifted some where between different levels of being awake.

he woke to a gray pre-dawn haze and arms around his waist. shifting his arm he stroked one of the hands before realizing it was not cirro's. flinching he started untangling himself from the man's grasp

Galvin let his hands drop as the other sprang from the bed. He looked as if he had just seen a mouse scurry across the immaculate floor. He moved to the center of the bed curling up in the spot he liked the most. “No goodbye kiss?” He softly teased drifting some where in a lucid state.

pulling himself together he nearly did not hear the words though for a long second that dragged into five he was not sure he wanted to acknowledge it. figuring it would not be too much of a blow to his pride he swung down for a quick peck before moving away towards the door for his discarded shoes and wallet

He opened his eyes again and sprang from the blankets only to regret it. His hand found the spot where Ambrosia kissed him. Galvin couldn't help but look at the other with suspicion. He continued to watch the other falling back down among the blankets. “No cuddling either?” He said half wondering how much he could get away with, while the other half of his mind realized just how warm the cold blooded creature really was.

he was halted at the door though he did not turn around. "you are a grown man, you do not need to be cuddled, besides it is sunday, yesterday was your day"

He twisted in the bed until he was facing Ambrosia. "But you have been around for a few Sundays, and Fridays..." He studied the man standing in the door.

he was finding it harder to leave even as he was wanting it more. with a flat expression he looked down at the other coldly "and? you have bitched each time i did, i would think you'd be happy to be left alone" the man just gave a grin. "I didn't know you'd let a little bitching stop you. It certainly hasn't kept you from kidnapping me." "it has kept be from a lot of things, do not assume otherwise pyce"

Galvin prompted himself up on one arm, angry. "You said I could have what ever I wanted." His voice had gone from something soft crescendoing in its anger. He pushed aside the blankets, realizing he had better things to do then to fool with the vampire. He himself simply felt embarrassed. He stiffly wobbled about the room trying to find his own belongings.

he was angry at the attitude he was getting but the man had a point. gracefully he went to the man and scooped him up. "only because it is something within my means. you will get your cuddle." walking back to the bed he laid the other out before crawling in behind and wrapping the man in a firm hug

Galvin grew furious. He arched himself far enough away from Ambrosia and jabbed his elbow into the mans ribcage before rolling out of the loosen embrace. Hurriedly he found his shoes and walked out of the door. “Do not expect me next Saturday.” He growled, picking up the last of his belongings.

he didn't bother getting out of the bed until pyce was lurching out of the bedroom and lazily he got up to see how far the other could get before his legs would give out

He made it to the elevator and noted the other was smugly following him at a snails pace. When the doors opened he disappeared inside but did not managed to escape the other. He punched the button searching around for his cell phone and the number to call the cab. He thought the other would brush past him determined to go about his day. One foot made it out of the elevator, before one strong hand wrapped itself around his torso and his feet were lifted off the ground. Galvin found he was staring at Ambrosia's chin. He balled up a fist aiming for the rib cage. The rest of his body, kicked and thrust trying desperately to get out of the hold.