[ Ghoul's actually laughing, little gasping noises that he can't help as Matt pushes at him, trying to get him going. There's nothing quite so good as knowing someone wants you like this, for Ghoul. Literally can't wait. Ghoul takes it as permission to bite, shoving Matt firmly against the door and pinning him. What he wants to do is get Matt's hands above his head - so he does, pushes them up and holds them in place with one of his own hands, against the door.

If Matt doesn't like it, he knows Matt will tell him. Ghoul trusts that, at least. ] Stay still. [ Ghoul orders, breathlessly, hot all over, pressed close to Matt, mouthing at his neck, nipping sharply.

A beat, and he continues, quietly, up against Matt's ear: ] Y'want me t'drain you dry? Make you bleed, huh, was that what you wanted? Bet that's what you wanted. Got that biting kink. [ Here goes nothing. ] Not very appropriate for someone from the Cyprian Order, is it?