This was going perfectly, and he wanted to kiss the other, and feel his soft lips on his own. But he didn't want to annoy him or make him leave, so should he ask him?
"Can I kiss you?"
Red was always such a beautiful colour. One of eternal love, but one also of eternal death and never ending blood. Red had many meanings to it, but it was just a beautiful colour overall. He took a small sip of it when he received the glass. Ah- wonderful-. He couldn't help but smile faintly. To the question, he answered it with a question. "Depends, are you willing to?"
Ivan stopped as he thought about the question, he was willing to. Ivan moved closer towards the other as he connected his lips with the other, waiting to feel any sort of knife stabbed into him, because he knew touching the other normally caused that reaction.
On instinct, he went for one of his knives, but he stopped short when he realized his answer was given. To this, he smirked and returned the kiss. Ivan was a brave bitch.
Ivan was surprised when no pain was received, but he also was overjoyed when he Italian started returning his kiss. Ivan started fighting for dominance in the kiss, but he soon was over powered.
Dominance? Luciano rarely ever let himself be dominated. That was something he never wanted to happen. When he gained dominance, he only smirked more and broke the kiss.
Ivan groaned from the loss of contact when the kiss broke away, he gave a confused look at the smirking Italian as he wondered what the other was thinking.
"You gave up dominance," he told him as he moved closer.
"Do you wanted to be dominated, or do you want to dominate me?" Ivan said as he watched the other move closer.
"I could care less, but I was really expecting you to prove your dominance."
Ivan smirked as he threw Luciano back onto the couch as he climbed on top of him, and started straddling his hips. Then he started placing his arms around the Italians waist, while pulling himself closer toward the other. He then pressed his lips down into a harsh kiss; it was gentle and a loving kiss, but it was also full of dominance.
Luciano gasped a bit. He should have taken off his jacket because now most likely, the couch was going to be blood stained and torn up. Oh well. To the kiss, he returned it with in a gentle way he didn't, know he had.
Ivan felt himself enjoy himself some more, and also started getting more and more confident. He started to suck the others lower lip, and then bit down hard, hoping to draw some blood; he did enjoy the taste of blood.
Luciano pushed his hips up, rubbing against Ivan, seeing what he would do. When his lip was bit, he couldn't help but moan. Pain was always amazing. He loved it to no end.
Ivan moaned when he felt Luciano rubbing against him, the friction was too much. Ivan looked down at Luciano and saw the blood seeping out of his bite; Ivan bent low and licked the crimson liquid. "You taste delicious" he said as he stood up and offered his hand to the Italian, "Do you want to carry this party upstairs?
Luciano smirked to the moan, glad his back stopped bleeding. "Do I?" He asked as he sat up a bit to take his hand.
Ivan nodded as he smiled, "I bet you taste delicious everywhere else" Ivan said as he glanced down between the others legs. Then he led the other into his bedroom, as he pushed the other back onto his bed.
Luciano gave a slight shrug, "Depends, would you go that low?" He asked, raising an eyebrow. Honestly, he didn't mind being pushed down like this. This would be the only time he'd let himself be pushed down.