Foxx’s eyes widened. “You did not ask them for lube?!”
“Were you trying to keep it a secret? You didn’t seem to have secrecy in mind as I fucked you against the door, and those rooms are not soundproof.”
He glared and had an internal debate with his slutty side as he stood there naked from the waist down, his dick just hanging out. Rationally, he knew it was a really bad idea to have sex at the office. But he also loved cock, and fucking Harlow felt really good. His hole clenched…
Foxx glared at the man for a few seconds longer before snatching the lube packet from his hand and snapping, “Get your dick out before I change my mind, old man!”
He ignored Harlow as he unzipped his trousers. Tearing the packet open, Foxx reached back to open himself up. Pressing at his tight pucker, he gasped as first one and then two fingers easily slipped inside. It had been many hours since they'd had sex. So despite how much and how hard Harlow had fucked him, he wasn’t sore. But that didn’t mean he wasn’t still sensitive.
“You should see your face when you do that,” Harlow growled. The man had his cock out, and was slowly stroking his thick length, just watching him.
The man was long, thick, and cut. Oh, those veins… Shaking his head, he pulled his eyes away to find Harlow smirking smugly—arrogant son of…
Foxx squeaked, grabbing onto the human’s shoulders as Harlow suddenly wrapped his arm around his waist and picked him up with one arm. His face flushed as a shudder of excitement ran through his body. He may have had a slight, very slight, strength kink, and kind of loved being manhandled. Foxx wrapped his legs around Harlow’s waist, when the human reached down with his free hand and lined up his cock with Foxx’s hole.
He bit his lip, muffling the moan that tried to make its way out as the man filled him. A cry slipped free when Harlow gripped Foxx’s waist, and he started pounding into him without giving him even a moment to adjust. The shelves behind him pressed into his back, the items shaking with the force of Harlow’s thrusts.
“Oh, Goddess!” Foxx cried. Hands gripping hard onto the man’s shoulders, he tried to slam down as the human plowed up.
“Quiet.” Harlow chuckled evilly.
Foxx cut off his next cry by biting down on his bottom lip again. One of his fangs pierced it this time.
They got into a rhythm, Foxx pushing down as Harlow fucked into him, going as deep as he could. His body practically shaking apart each time the man brushed roughly against his prostate.
“God, one day, I’m just going to breed you. Fill you up, again and again, and make you drip with my seed. You’d like that, wouldn’t you, brat?”
Foxx gasped, blood trickling down his lip from trying to contain his moans as the human plunged hard up into him. “An old man like you? You’d die first!” he managed to get out. He was very proud of himself for being able to think enough and get out a coherent response. Usually, he was useless for conversation during sex.
Harlow chuckled. “I thought I showed you how good my stamina was last night.”
“You got lucky, old—ah.” Foxx’s words were cut off into a soft cry as the man hit his prostate again.
“Didn’t know stamina was about luck.”
He wanted to come back with something sarcastic, or at the very least sassy, but his mind had reached the limit of conversation during sex. So, he just clung closer to Harlow, burrowing his face into his neck and whimpered, causing the human to laugh harder—bastard.
His cock pulsed hard, pre-cum leaking out as his orgasm drew closer. Harlow continued to move in and out of him, now hitting just the right spot inside each time.
Whimpering and still clinging to the man, he pushed one of his hands between them and started to jerk off. The problem was that Foxx was losing the battle to stay quiet, and he started to fear someone would find them. “Finish it,” he rasped.
Harlow growled, and his thrusts turned brutal. One particularly hard thrust had him tumbling over the edge. A cry was forced from his mouth, and without thinking, he bit down on Harlow’s neck to cut it off. His cock and balls spasmed as his cum sprayed between them.
The minute his teeth sank into Harlow’s neck, the human shouted out, him being the loud one this time. His cock jerked hard inside Foxx as he came.
“Fuck,” Harlow said on a shuddered laugh. “Is that what a vampire’s bite feels like when they aren’t trying to kill you?”
Foxx slowly pulled his fangs free of the man’s neck and leaned back. Licking his lips, he peered up at Harlow. “That was just a taste of what it could be.” He cleared his throat. “Sorry for biting without asking. I didn’t take any blood.”
Harlow snorted and leaned down to licked at the blood on Foxx’s bottom lip. “Feel free to bite me whenever you want. As for the other thing…maybe at one point. Not sure how I feel about a vampire feeding on me, after so many years of you fuckers biting me as you try to kill me.” He whimpered as the human pulled out and tapped his ass. “Are you going to drop down so I can clean you up, or do you plan on me carrying you out of here like this?” Harlow asked with a smug smirk.
Foxx glared, but unwound his legs, slowly sliding down Harlow’s body as the man lowered him to the ground. “Is there anything in here to clean up with?” he asked, frowning at the thought of pulling his clothes on with cum dripping from his ass…not to mention there were some splatters on Harlow’s shirt. Yay, for aiming away from himself.
Harlow looked around behind him, then snagged something from a shelf over Foxx’s head. “This will work.” The man held an unopened box of tissues in front of him.
“Better than nothing. But you may want to close your jacket still,” he said with a giggle.
Harlow glanced down and grimaced. “Aimed away from yourself, didn’t you, brat?”
