He dares me back, shoving me just as hard as I'm shoving him. I can try all I want to intimidate him; I won't make a dent in that confidence of his, that cool surety he's got that things are never outside his control.

I wouldn't have him any other way.

I thrust forward, sinking deep inside him in one long push. He's impossible in every way, maddening sometimes, and at others he warms me, lights something hidden deep inside my body, behind shields of spiny bone. Something I don't like to look at.

So I don't, just pushing deep, til he bows beneath me, til my strongly braced posture over him finally sags. I'm slumped down over him; one hand's still holding me up, one hand's still hovering near where we're joined, and my thumb's started rubbing slow circles on the tendon of his inner thigh, thoughtlessly fond.

And my shoulders are bowed, head hanging low, and his temple's in range as I draw a hard breath and jerk my hips forward, just in case there was another bit of space inside him for a bit more of me.

My lips graze his skin, tasting the sweat gathered at his hairline, pressing a gentle kiss there as his body clenches around me, as we settle into place together, with each other. I kiss his hairline again, his temple, and then I realize I'm doing it and I pull back, baring my teeth in a silent snarl. I didn't even really think about it, just...did it. Kissing his mouth's one thing, because I get something from that, but...

So I bite the crest of his ear, my fangs sharp enough that even a little nip like that draws a bit of blood, to change the subject.

"You feel me?" I ask, a growl seated firmly in my throat, roughing up my speech. "Feel good?"