“Ass and back no longer sore, brat?” the man asked with a smug smirk. “What was it that you said a day or so ago? Oh, something about, ‘you may be able to go another bloody round, but my ass and back are done for. I don’t think I can even stand!’,” Harlow mocked with a fake-ass British accent. “I think after that you loudly proclaimed that I could go fuck myself if I was still horny. I’d say, it’s not my back that is the issue.”
Foxx narrowed his eyes at the man. “So, you have the joints of an eighty-year-old, but the libido of someone in their twenties? Honestly, it seems the only time you aren’t snap, crackling, and popping is when you’re fucking me. Perhaps you should switch jobs and become a porn star. Just think, you’ll never have to worry about joint pain again!”
Foxx smiled at the baffled expression that came over Harlow’s face, as if he wasn’t quite sure how to take that.
“You’re a brat.”
“You’re old.”
“You’re older.”
“Ah, but I don’t feel any of the years.”
Harlow crossed his arms. “I’m going to breed you.”
“Like you could manage!” He was fully aware that the man could manage, and Goddess did Foxx want him to.
“You won’t be able to move after I’m done with you.”
“Are you sure you aren’t talking about yourself?” Foxx licked his lips. “One wrong move at your age and ohh, traction.”
“That ass of yours is going to be red and full, brat,” Harlow growled, eyes heated. “You won’t even have time to beg for more before I’m back inside you.”
“Do it, old man. I dare you!”
“Hello! I am still here!” Alastair cried out in horror, making a gagging noise. “What is wrong with you two?! Can’t you do your creepy-ass flirting on your own time?! The next time we talk, Foxx, that human is BANNED from being in the same room.”
“Oh, we—” Foxx gasped at the sound of a click. “He hung up!”
He met Harlow’s gaze. They stared at each other silently for a moment and then both moved at once, mouths colliding as they tore at each other’s clothes. Foxx let his phone slip from his hand while Harlow’s tongue wrestled his, the man’s facial hair brushing roughly against his skin.
He vaguely registered the sound of the clips of his dungaree straps opening, but the thought got pushed away as the human wrapped an arm around his waist and picked him up off the couch. He shuddered at being so easily moved with one arm, whimpering as Harlow shoved his dungarees, along with his boxer briefs, off and onto the floor.
Foxx protested when Harlow broke the kiss to yank his jumper up and over his head. He grunted in shock and pain as the human dumped him onto the floor on his ass.
“What the fuck, Harlow?!” Foxx complained.
The man chuckled and reached for the bottom of his own jumper. “Do you prefer I stay clothed? Besides, I owe that ass of yours a few swats. Be a good kitty and get on your knees for me.”
The audacity… “Kitty… Yeah, let me think about that… Mmm, yeah, no, I don’t think I will.”
The man tossed off his jumper, revealing a mouthwatering and very scarred chest. Fuck… He gnawed on his bottom lip with one of his fangs. Foxx wanted to lick—lick and bite. His gaze followed Harlow’s hands down when the man reached for the button of his jeans.
Harlow snorted. “Whatever you are thinking is not going to happen.”
He watched the button pop open and the zipper lower. “It could.”
“Brats who don’t listen only get what they are given,” the human said as he yanked his jeans and boxers off.
Foxx pouted. “I want to lick and bite. You can’t tell me you hate it when I do either.” He reached up and trailed his fingertips over Harlow’s abs, through the trail of graying hair from his navel, and was about to grab the man’s cock when Harlow seized his wrist. Foxx whined and then gasped when the human jerked his arm upward, forcing him to get up on his knees.
The Harlow growled. “Like I said, bad kitties don’t get what they want.”
* * *
Harlow’s handcame down hard on Foxx’s left ass cheek, with his other he was thrusting his fingers in and out of the vampire’s lubed hole.
“Oh!” Foxx cried out, squirming on his lap. To him the yelling sounded more pleasure-filled than anything.
