They grabbed Maddox by the neck and kissed him, rough and zealous. Maddy returned it with just as much passion. His face tipped to the side and he grabbed with his teeth, tugging: possessing. His scent flooded Diego’s senses. They could taste the first hints of him, like a craving at the back of their tongue.
All thoughts of an orchestrated, deliberate scene derailed from Diego’s mind. Maddox was already leaning down, but they lifted onto their tiptoes to deepen the kiss, gripping onto his shoulder and into his hair, letting their nails bite his skin until Maddy hissed with pleasure. He grabbed them by the ass, lifting them up to balance them on his waist. They kissed down on him, wrapping their legs tight around his back, and, riding on nothing but the sensation of the moment and the presence of the man beneath them, they grabbed his lower lip between their teeth and bit.
Their fangs pushed into tender flesh, fast and hard and without so much as a hint of the venom that was building within: all pain, no pleasure. The way Maddox gasped was a kind of decadence all of its own. His knees wobbled. One hand left their ass as he caught himself on the armrest of the sofa.
Diego took their time to suck the wound closed, drawing out as much of Maddy’s blood as they could in the process. He nearly lost his grip on them again by the end, moaning into their mouth. Even without their venom, he was breathless and undone, and his hands on Diego held a frantic possessiveness, like he wanted all of them, all at once. He braced on the sofa armrest, dragging his fingers against the soft fabric of Diego’s underwear in a motion that sent shudders through them.
“Where—what—do you want?” he asked.
Diego smirked against his mouth. “Take your chances.”
He pressed his fingers harder, unfolding Diego beneath the fabric until he found their sweet spot. Diego groaned and shifted against the touch. The ache deep inside them turned to a blaze, white hot where he’d began to rub, so fast and desperate that it sent Diego curling against him. They grabbed the lobe of his ear with their teeth, and he moved even quicker against the slickening garment, matching their aggression with wild passion. As Diego came against his touch, they sank their fangs into his neck, venomless and forceful, consuming him. He cried out, and their whole body felt aflame.
Maddox shoved his fingers under the side of the fabric and pressed them into Diego’s rhythmic tightening, dragging in and out. Diego rode from their peak into something vaster and steadier and just as lovely, gradually climbing once more with each press of Maddox’s hand into them. He trembled beneath them, his head back and his eyes half closed.
Diego breathed against his neck, lips still slick with his blood. “Do you still want my fangs?”
“I want them,” he whispered.
“Then beg.”
Maddox wasted not a moment, his speech like a prayer in time to the fingers he still thrust in and out of Diego. “Bless me with your bite; tear me asunder. My god, I want you to make me bleed for you. Make me bleed until you’re satisfied or there’s nothing left of me.”
Diego hooked one leg onto the sofa’s armrest and shoved Maddy onto the cushions. They bit down again. His fingers slid out of them, snagging on their underwear, but as he pulled free, Diego tore the fabric off entirely, relishing the way they dripped along their own thighs as they scooted back between Maddy’s legs and lowered their fangs once more to his flesh. They fed from the tender skin of his inner thigh in rushed, venomless bites they barely took the time to close. Maddox writhed and cried out, whispers ofpleasebetween his hushed screams. As Diego neared the fabric of his boxers, his hard length still straining beneath, he nearly kicked them from the intensity of his jerking.
They pinned his legs beneath their own and grabbed at his underwear. He went so still that Diego froze as well, watching him with their fangs bared. The way he lay there, half propped up by pillows, his curls mussed and his cheeks red, his skin littered in the bright red of half-healed bites—he was incredible—but it was his expression that intoxicated Diego, the way he could be this obedient yet look at them like his submission was the very furthest thing from docile, made of fire and wind and lightning.
“You’re the most handsome being I’ve ever seen,” he whispered.
Diego smirked. “Compliments won’t save you now, Maddox Burke.”
“I’m degraded to a full name?” He laughed, the sound husky and shallow. “And here I thought I was yours.”
As he spoke, Diego pulled open his boxers. The space between their thighs shivered at the sight of him. They gave him one languid stroke, up and back down, tightening their grip at the end. “Oh no, you’re absolutely mine. Every little bit of you.” They licked their fangs and ran a nail over the glistening end of his erection with a precision that made him jerk and whisper. Their grin widened. “I think I know where all your blood is going.”
Leaning in, they dragged one of their perfectly pointed canines along his swollen length, tongue following behind. They could feel the reservoir of their venom fighting to break free just beyond the tip of each fang—it was taking all their willpower to hold it back—but hold it back they did, making Maddox sob gently under his breath. He had plenty of time to offer them a safe word, one to pause or to slow or to turn back entirely, but the syllables that left his lips were all those in Diego’s name.
So they bit him again.
This time when their fangs sank through his flesh, driving deep into the sensitive skin of his dick, he made a noise like a creature possessed, a fucked-up sound that was as satisfying as it was delicious. As it faded, Diego let loose all the venom they’d been storing until then. Maddox’s vocals changed to ones of shocked delight. He arched, his toes curling and his fingers clutching at Diego blindly.
“Oh—fuck,” he managed.
Diego withdrew their fangs, his blood still oozing from the pin-pricks. They were suddenly aware of just how much further they were pushing Maddy than anyone they’d ever laid their fangs on before, and a flicker of panic ran through them. “Are you okay?”
“Yes!” He gasped the word, squirming again as another wave of tension seemed to roll through him. “It’s like I’m coming, but it keeps—it just keeps—” His fingers found their hips, and he cried, “Turn around.”
A flush ran through Diego. They swept a finger along the blood still trailing down Maddox’s length. “Who’s giving the orders here?”
“Turn around,please.” He sat up a little further, but he seemed to need to cling to Diego to do it. “Let me—let me bleed inside you.”
Between the taste of him already saturating their senses and the grip of his hands on their skin and the heat that was still ripe and heavy between their legs, the mere thought of Maddox within them, the little cuts their fangs had made rubbing with each thrust, set them on fire. They turned, making every shift an act of ownership as they positioned him against the slickness of their front opening. He held them from behind, continuing to shudder and gasp like he was riding crest after crest, but as Diego sank down onto him, both their pleasures seemed to crash together into a firestorm.
Diego groaned, riding Maddy harder and faster with each plunge. They grabbed his arm—their nails slid into the still only half-healed line of reddened flesh he’d been cutting open for them each night. Bringing it to their mouth, they sank in their fangs, not bothering to hold back their venom this time as they drank in ragged gulps to match the slide and drop of their fucking. The flavor of him had turned, like the pressure inside them, to something that wasn’t a sense or a sensation at all, but starlight and pure ecstasy.
Maddox sobbed, biting into the flannel on Diego’s shoulder like it was all he could do to anchor himself. His free hand gripped at their waist, then past, shoving between their legs to rub desperately at the most swollen, sensitive part of them. They bucked instinctively against the force of his touch, biting down harder, but he held them in place, refusing to let up as they peaked into a long sparkling haze, and again in a blistering rush of white. As they tightened around Maddox the second time, he groaned and stiffened once more, stilling his fingers as he came into them. Diego relaxed to the comfortable spread of his warmth, grateful that the club had an improvised stash of morning after medication on hand just for times like this.
As their high faded to a steady contentment, they licked Maddox’s wrist wound closed and drew themself off him. His blood was smeared into the slickness they’d left on him, and they closed those final little bleeding marks with a gentle kiss. “You were glorious.”
