Bringing the knife is a nice added touch and heh, he does appreciate all this effort the Summoner puts into this. It's real motherfucking nice and considerate, really. He hisses at the cool thin sensation at his neck, but it doesn't deter him from his task.

He snarls instinctively at the usage of the Sufferer's name, but he lets it simmer into his blood, let that feeling absorb in through his skin.

"Nnyeah-" Hips continue to undulate, slowly but with a good amount of force. Hands now off his horns and leg, just wrapped around his waist and hips, hands large enough to go around that slim body. Nails scrape against soft skin, taking care not to scratch the wings, just pushing him down in rhythm.

"But we already motherfucking know you got the motherfucking darkest bloodlust for some crazy," he mutters, his hand slowly moving towards his own pants, fingering the waistband. "It's all up and scratched into your motherfucking face, burned into your disgusting flesh-" Then moves his head forward, teeth bared, to sink those chompers into Summoner's lower lip.