Foxx complained a bit, but eventually, they said their goodbyes after hugging for way too long.
The minute Foxx had the door closed behind Alastair, he slammed the vampire against it, pinning him there as he ravaged his mouth. Foxx whimpered and moaned, arching against him.
Harlow nipped at his lip as he pulled back, growling. “I’m going to fuck you so hard. Fill you up again and again, until you’re dripping with my seed.”
Foxx licked his swollen bottom lip. “Prove it, old man.” He shoved him and took off in a flash down the hallway with a giggle.
Growling, Harlow followed. What he found in his path was a trail of clothes, but no Foxx in sight. With a smirk, he began tossing his clothes off as he went. Harlow was completely nude by the time he made it upstairs.
Going down the hallway to the left, he passed all the other doors before opening the one at the very end of the hallway.
Foxx’s bedroom was the largest room on the second floor, at least three times the size of the others. The room itself was at least five degrees warmer than the rest of the house, which he figured was because Foxx got cold easily.
The color scheme was similar to the sitting room, in the hall, and his kitchen. Plush white carpet, two walls were gray, while the third—the one behind Foxx’s king-sized bed—was as if he had taken a piece of his kitchen island and made a wall out of it. It had the same white, blue, and gray geode effect. There was an elaborate walk-in closet to the right, and to the left, he knew there was a luxurious bathroom with a massive spa-like tub, and a shower that was definitely not meant for just one person.
In the center, against the geode wall, was a four-poster king-sized bed made of dark wood. The bed was covered in a light blue duvet, thick fuzzy blankets, and a mountain of pillows in various shades of white, blue, and gray.
There, splayed out nude on the bed, ass facing towards him, was Foxx. The vampire peered over his shoulder, brow raised. “What are you waiting for, old man? I thought you wanted to fill me up?”
Harlow smirked—such a brat. “On your knees.”
“Make me,” Foxx purred.
He stalked forward with a growl. Crawling onto the bed, he grabbed Foxx around the waist, and moved him into the exact position he wanted, face down and ass in the air. The brat’s little gasps of pleasure as he manipulated his body had Harlow’s cock jerking and dripping a drop of pre-cum.
Crouched behind him, he ran his hands over his rounded cheeks, squeezing and getting his fill, before finally spreading them to reveal Foxx's dusty pink hole. He blinked at the sight of shine over the puckered muscle. “When did you have time?”
Foxx giggled. “If you had moved faster, you could have watched.”
Harlow landed a hard slap on Foxx's right cheek that had the vampire letting out a low moan. “Brat.” He slapped his other cheek. “Mm, I don’t think you deserved to be fucked yet.”
“Oh, but I definitely do,” Foxx whined.
“Work for it then.” Harlow sat back, legs spread, stroking his cock slowly.
Foxx peered over his shoulder, staring for a brief moment before he sat up and turned around.
The vampire lowered himself down, his head getting level with Harlow’s cock. Foxx looked up and licked his lips, before slowly leaning in to lap at the ruddy head of his cock, dipping his tongue in the slit.
Growling, Harlow gripped onto Foxx’s black curls and pulled him closer, rubbing his cock against the vampire’s cheek. “Suck it,” he ordered.
Foxx grinned and nuzzled Harlow’s prick before finally wrapping those plush lips of his around the head. Harlow groaned as the man began to bob up and down his cock, taking him deeper into his throat, all while whimpering.
After a few moments of it, he gave in to the urge to plunge upward, drawing a choking sound from Foxx, but the vampire just opened his throat wider, letting him do it again and again.
Harlow enjoyed the sensations for a few moments, taking pleasure from the whimpers and the tears forming in Foxx’s eyes, before yanking the man off him and manhandling him back onto his knees, ass up again.
Crouching behind the man, without much pause, he spread the vampire’s ass cheeks, lined up, and started to push inside. When he was fully seated, he stopped, holding real still.
“Harlow!” Foxx whined in clear frustration, wiggling under him.
Harlow chuckled. “Need something, brat?”
“I was good. Fuck me!”
“Were you good?” Harlow slowly pulled out and shoved back in, rotating his hips as he did to make sure he brushed against Foxx’s prostate.
“Yes!” the vampire moaned.
