His irritation rose as the rant kept going until something in Harlow snapped, and he found himself slamming his mouth on top of Foxx’s. Just as quickly, Harlow pulled away, a bit startled he had just done that. Foxx stared at him, wide-eyed and silent.
He tried to hold back his next words, but couldn’t manage to do it…they were just too perfect. “If I would have known this would have shut you up, I’d have done it sooner.”
Foxx’s expression instantly went back to enraged. But as he was about to berate him again, Harlow slammed his mouth back down onto his. The vampire moaned as Harlow pushed his tongue past his lips. The kiss was aggressive, and more a fight for dominance than anything—a fight that Harlow won. Foxx was soon putty in his hands. His sweet little whimpers and moans had Harlow’s cock hard and ready in seconds.
Breaking the kiss, he chuckled at the whine of protest that came from the vampire’s lips as he tried to chase his mouth.
Foxx’s body was arched towards him, straining to get closer, even with him raised off the floor as he was. The vampire could have easily broken his hold if he had wanted, but he had a feeling Foxx preferred being held like this.
Licking his lips, Harlow said, “If you don’t want this, say so now.”
“I want it!” Foxx growled and yanked free of Harlow’s hold. He practically climbed him in his effort to claim Harlow’s lips again.
Harlow groaned and wrapped his arms around the little vampire, hands cupping the man’s ass as he picked him up. Oh, what an ass. Just a bit more than a handful, soft and round.
Walking forward, he pressed Foxx’s back against the door, grinding against the man. At the feeling of another hardness pressing back, Harlow stiffened up.
“Fuck,” Harlow rasped upon breaking the kiss. “That’s different.”
Foxx looked up at him, eyes slightly dazed. “Different?”
Harlow cleared his throat. “Not bad…just different. I’ve never been with a guy before.”
“Oh?” The vampire blinked, and then the daze seemed to finally lift. “OH! You haven’t… I mean… Never?”
“Never.”
“But you want to?” Foxx asked, as if having to double-check.
“I mean, anal is anal, right?” Harlow said with a growl as he took Foxx’s lips with his again, grinding forward against the man, hands cupping his ass. Even with the responding hardness, he felt no sense of wrongness, just an ever growing need to be inside the little vampire.
As their tongues intermingled, they started to tear at each other’s clothes. Foxx was trying to push Harlow’s jacket off his shoulders.
Releasing the man’s ass, Foxx’s legs dropped down. He broke the kiss and tugged the vampire’s sweater off. He eyed the perfect, creamy smooth skin, lightly toned abs, perky dusty rose nipples, and his tiny waist for a moment.
“Fuck,” he groaned, and took Foxx’s lips again in a fierce kiss, grinding their clothed cocks together a few more times, drawing whimpers and moans from the vampire's mouth.
He forced himself to pull back and trail his tongue down Foxx’s neck, wanting to taste his skin. His hands dropped down to caress the vampire’s hard buds. He definitely wasn’t used to touching a chest so flat, but it wasn’t off-putting. Foxx shivered at his touch, and let out a soft moan as he clung to him.
Chuckling into Foxx’s neck, he nipped at it while he reached down and tugged at the buttons of the vampire’s pants. Foxx gasped when he picked him up by his waist with one arm, and with the other he yanked his pants and boxer briefs off, along with his socks. He set him back down and just admired what he revealed.
His cock throbbed at the sight. It wasn’t what he was used to, true, but the vampire was gorgeous. Foxx’s hips were wider than probably was usual on a man, but no one looking at him would think he was anything other than a man. The vampire’s cock was uncut, less thick and shorter than his own, but in no way small. His prick was the same dusty rose color as his nipples. Foxx’s cock was pressed fully hard against his lower belly, the base surrounded by black curls, his balls hanging tight to his body.
“You next,” Foxx rasped. “I want to see this.” The vampire cupped Harlow’s hard cock through his pants.
Harlow chuckled. “Can’t even let me have my fill first? I haven’t even seen the best part yet,” he said with a smirk as he squeezed one of Foxx’s ass cheeks. Foxx gasped.
Still smirking, he released the pure temptation and stepped back. Slipping his leather jacket off, he let it drop to the floor.
Foxx eyed his body, brow raised. “You rearmed?”
“Always.” Harlow shrugged. Quickly he removed the two knife sheaths, the short sword, and the double gun holster he had strapped to his upper body, before pulling off his black T-shirt. Harlow kicked off his boots, unbuckled his belt, and quickly removed everything on his lower body.
The vampire eyed him, gaze roaming over his skin for a brief moment before he reached out and trailed his finger over a rather nasty scar on his chest. There were a lot of them. Scars, that was. They were all over his body—a hazard of the job.
As Foxx’s fingers ghosted over the new bandage across the upper left side of his chest, he asked, “Are you okay to be doing this with these injuries, old man?” Though he asked, his eyes were clearly on Harlow's hard cock.
“Let me show you what this old man can do,” he growled, spinning Foxx around and bending him over, pushing him against the door. Finally, he got a good look at Foxx’s ass. “Fuck, what a perfect sight.”
