He ran his hands over the plush globes, squeezing them both, before giving one a hard slap that had Foxx letting out a yelp. But he didn’t really complain as Harlow groped and did what he wanted.
Harlow was about to drop down to his knees and dip his tongue between them when something less pleasant caught his eyes. There, between Foxx’s shoulder blades, was a scar in the shape of a cross. It was unusual to see such noticeable scars on vampires, not that he hadn’t before.
He smoothed his hand up Foxx’s back, but when his fingertips were a mere inch away, Foxx's body tensed, and he hissed, “Don’t.”
Harlow debated for a moment, but then caught sight of Foxx’s ass again, and decided it wasn’t worth exploring just then. Dropping to his knees, Foxx let out a gasp and then moaned as Harlow spread his cheeks and dove in with his tongue.
He played with his hole roughly for a few moments, probing it with his tongue and fingers before standing and asking, “Lube?” He had no interest in taking his time right now. Later, he’d lick him all over, and explore his body to his heart’s content. Right now he just wanted to be buried deep inside the man, and be leaving his fingerprints over his body as he roughly pounded inside.
With his hands pressed to the door and still bent over, Foxx peered back at him, looking very zoned out.
“Lube?” he asked again, brow raised. Foxx being a vampire meant he couldn’t give or get any human diseases, but…while Harlow may not have fucked a guy before, he knew anal without lube was usually a no-go.
“Uh…bag,” Foxx murmured dreamily before quickly saying, “Wait, no, suitcase! Front pocket!”
The vampire’s things were by the door, right where Foxx had left them when their argument had started. Harlow unzipped the front pocket of the suitcase and grabbed the lube. Coating his fingers, he wasted no time and roughly began to open Foxx up.
The vampire started to whimper, and pressed back into his fingers as he plunged them in and out. Soon moans replaced the whimpers. Harlow made a note when Foxx’s voice hitched as he hit a certain spot, guessing that was where his prostate was.
“I’m going to be rough, Foxx. Can you take it?” Harlow rasped, as he shoved three fingers in and spread them.
“Yes! Yes!” Foxx cried out.
“Then take it,” he growled as he pulled his fingers out, lined up the tip of his cock, and pressed inside.
Foxx shouted out his name, nails clawing at the door as Harlow groaned at the tight warmth gripping him, his balls clenching from the pleasure of it. It had been a while since he last had sex, so he stood there just enjoying the feel for a moment as Foxx’s hole constricted and trembled around his cock.
“Please,” Foxx gasped.
Harlow chuckled, grabbed onto Foxx's waist, and started to move. He made no attempt to be gentle, instead going at a brutal pace. Every so often, he rotated his hips to hit the spot that had Foxx screaming out in pleasure. He dug his fingers into the vampire’s hips as he speared him again and again with his cock. Foxx’s moans and whimpers spurred him on as the sound of their skin slapping together echoed around the room.
* * *
Foxx gaspedwhen the man manhandled his body, pulling Foxx’s back against his broad muscular chest. The feeling of Harlow’s chest hair against his back had him shuddering, even as he found himself pressed flat against the door, the man grinding hard into his hole. He whimpered and tried to push back, but didn’t try that hard to break Harlow’s hold.
The human gripped his hair and yanked his face towards him. He gasped in pain, his mouth parting right before Harlow took his lips in a savage kiss, the man’s facial hair scratching his cheeks. He was gasping for air by the time the human pulled back.
“Look at you.” Harlow chuckled. “Who knew that all I needed to do to shut you up was to fuck you.”
Foxx’s mind was too hazy, too lost to even respond or make sense of the words. Though mostly, he was too lost in the sensation of the man punctuating each word with a hard thrust, his cock bumping against his prostate each time.
Goddess, Harlow was big and thick. He felt so full. Foxx’s cock was achingly hard and dripping pre-cum. But also being pressed very roughly against the wooden door. Even with the pinch of pain, he was close.
“Close,” Foxx whimpered. “Please, please!” he begged. He wasn’t sure Harlow would understand what he needed, with it being his first time with a man.
But he cried out in relief as the human shoved a hand between him and the door, and began to jerk him off. The pace was awkward, but it was enough, as Foxx’s orgasm hit him moments later.
It wasn’t long before Harlow was roaring out his own release. His cock slammed into Foxx’s ass again and again, while the man continued to jerk his over-sensitive prick. Foxx moaned, his body shuddering as he felt the heat of the man’s cum flood him. Gasping as Harlow’s now soft cock slipped out of his hole, Foxx slowly slid down the door to his knees, body trembling.
“Get on the bed,” Harlow ordered, voice deep and harsh.
Foxx peered back and up, eyes wide.
“I’m not done yet.”
He licked his lips and stared for a heartbeat, before scrambling to the closest bed.
Harlow yawned, eyes still closed, as he stretched a little bit in the bed. He winced at the stiffness of his muscles, not to mention the soreness. He had pulled some stitches last night, but had fixed himself up while Foxx had been asleep. Harlow was used to patching himself up. Mostly due to the fact that some injuries would have drawn too many questions if he had gone to the hospital back in the days before paranormals were known. Either way, there were some definite pains left over from the battle the day before, yet…he felt very satisfied.
