“I won’t hold back then. Just try not to have a heart attack on me, old man,” he said sweetly before starting to ride him. He rode up and down, his cock bouncing as he did. Not bothering to contain his moans, letting them out even louder as a thought occurred to him. “That fucker can probably hear us,” Foxx said with a sadistic laugh.
Harlow let out a low, somewhat strained laugh. “Probably can.”
Foxx let out a giggle of pure delight, taking some sick pleasure in the fact that the dumb fuck next door could no doubt hear him, before picking up speed.
He started to rotate his hips as he came down, changing the angle enough that the man's thick cock pegged his prostate. “Fuck, yes!” he cried loudly.
Harlow’s grip on his hips tightened, and each time Foxx would come down, he thrust upward into him. They maintained this rhythm for a while, but eventually, their movements became more frantic, more driven.
“Fuck, Foxx,” Harlow groaned and released one of his death grips on his hips. There were clear fingerprints where his hand had been. The human wrapped that hand around Foxx's cock and began to jerk him off.
His body shattered only a few pumps later. As he screamed out his release, Foxx rode the man’s cock to completion, his balls clenching tight as his cock jerked in Harlow’s fist and spurted cum across the man’s chest. He continued his pace, riding the man until Harlow shouted out, his hot cum filling him.
Gasping, Foxx slowly stopped moving, and sat there with Harlow softening inside him, chest heaving.
Harlow chuckled, snagged the back of his neck, and pulled him down for a kiss. “Give me a bit and we can start round two,” the human growled when their lips parted.
Foxx nipped at his lip. “Hurry up, old man, this brat needs more cream.”
“That was awful,” Harlow snorted.
Foxx giggled at the disgruntled look on the human’s face.
“Such a lovely area to leave a car in,” Foxx said sarcastically, as he clipped his mic onto one of his straps and slipped the earbud into his right ear, turning it on.
They were parked a few streets away, in a spot on the road. The area was…run down, to say the least. Most of the buildings were closed up or boarded over, and there were legit stripped cars randomly on the streets along with rubbish. What was with vampires and their need to stay in such rundown places? It was so cheesy—just embarrassing.
“Eh, it’s a rental. If something happens to it, the Hunters Guild will have to pay for it,” Harlow stated, while he finished putting in his own earpiece. “Did you have to bringthatsunsuit?” the man asked with a glare as they jumped out and started towards the abandoned Moresy Hotel.
Foxx smiled up at the human sweetly. “The other one was dirty, so yes!” He had his water pistols strapped to his chest, and his pink bear sunsuit rolled up under his arm. He planned to stash it somewhere closer to the hotel, just in case. They were parked far enough away that if the sun rose while they were still inside, it would not be a fun trip back to the car. Well, that was if there was even a car to come back to. As he eyed yet another stripped car that they passed by, Foxx wasn’t so sure there would be one.
After the first street, the compactness of the buildings cleared out a bit, leaving nice gaps of open space that they quickly walked past. The rubbish and stripped cars remained.
At the end of the second road, the Moresy Hotel appeared. It was a massive eight-floor structure surrounded by a metal fence. It had more of a resort-type feel with its grand neoclassical architecture, repeating pillars, and symmetry. Its white walls were peeling and fading in color, as grime and time took effect. A large staircase in the center led into the hotel.
The blueprints they’d found earlier that day in the Building Department Archives had been pretty straightforward. Lots of rooms, two stairways, and oddly enough, a grand ballroom on the top floor to the right. He was guessing that was where the meeting would take place.
Staring at the monstrosity, he mused, “We won’t be able to burn that.”
“No…it’s too big. And there are too many chances for the fire to spread, even if we used the enchanted black wood ash to try to stop it.” Harlow looked at him. “Foxx, I have a bad feeling about this.”
“Yeah, and you can’t even hear all that I do.”
And he heard a lot. Too much. Too many. Foxx frowned.
“I can hear enough. A lot of movement inside.”
Foxx stared, brow slowly raising. “How? We aren’t close enough for that.”
Harlow shrugged. “I don’t know. My hearing has always been pretty good.”
“Despite your age?”
“I am not that old,” Harlow huffed. “Anyway, just be careful. There are a lot of rooms. How many are you hearing?”
Foxx closed his eyes and listened… He began to count, and then count some more.
“I think we should call for backup,” Foxx said with a gasp as the numbers totaled in his head.
