“This what you want, Foxx?” He cupped his own hard cock through his jeans and squeezed, grunting in pleasure.
Foxx bit his lip and nodded.
He scoffed—sex really was the only way to shut the vampire up. Harlow freed his throbbing erection and snagged the lube off the nightstand, coating his fingers. He jerked himself off a few times before reaching down to probe the vampire’s hole. The man cried out at the first touch of his fingers. His hands flew up to his shoulders.
Thrusting his fingers in and out of the vampire, he quickly opened him up. Once Harlow was sure Foxx was ready enough, he pulled his fingers free and sat back. Slipping his arm underneath Foxx’s waist, he pulled him up onto his lap before laying back.
Foxx blinked, staring down at him in confusion.
Chuckling, he growled. “Ride me, brat. I’m old, I need to conserve my energy, don’t I?” He stretched, resting his hands under his head as he waited for the vampire to respond.
The man blinked, staring blankly for a moment before his brain finally comprehended what Harlow had said. Foxx’s expression twisted in irritation. “You…”
Harlow held back his laughter as the vampire’s expression shifted multiple times, the internal debate clear. He smirked smugly when Foxx let out a huff and lifted up, grabbing Harlow’s cock and lining it up with his hole. His libido had obviously won over his need to bicker.
They moaned together as the vampire sank down on his cock.
“Fuck, you’re always so tight,” Harlow growled, moving his hands out from under his head to reach down and grip Foxx’s ass. “I can’t say I hate this position, but I think my favorite is still fucking you from behind. It lets me watch your ass bounce.”
“Would you shut up!” Foxx snapped. Harlow went to say more, but his words were cut off on a grunt as the vampire chose that moment to begin to ride him in earnest, lifting up only to slam down hard, his hole taking his cock to the hilt. The rhythm was hard and fast.
Harlow just laid there enjoying the sensation around his cock, combined with the vampire’s moans sending tingles across his skin, before he gave in to the urge to move. On Foxx’s next descent he slammed upward, his grip tightening on the man’s ass.
Foxx cried out, his pace increasing and becoming more erratic with each thrust.
Harlow groaned as his balls clenched and his climax drew close. He used his hold on Foxx’s ass to plow into him harder and harder.
It wasn’t long before Foxx cried out, his back arching as his cock jerked, spraying cum over them despite being completely untouched. Harlow kept fucking up into the vampire, even as he stopped moving on his own, the man trembling under in his hold.
“Fuck!” Harlow bellowed when his orgasm hit him. He growled as his cock jerked and spurted inside Foxx’s tight ass.
“Damn…” Foxx rasped, before flopping down onto Harlow’s chest. They both hissed as the action caused Harlow’s softened cock to slip free.
“We aren’t going to make it to Frankies before it closes,” Foxx said, voice coming out muffled due to his face being buried into his chest.
Harlow chuckled, running his hand through Foxx’s black curls. “We’ll just go to Frans.”
Foxx grunted, snuggling in. Harlowsomehowcouldn’t find it in himself to care that they’d now have to drive further to shop because they’d decided to fuck.
Harlow felt he wasn’t someone surprised often. Well, usually he wasn’t. Lately it seemed his life was full of them. With the whole new partner, his house blowing up, him having sex with a man for the first time…followed by having sex with the same person more than once, on the regular. All very new and slightly surprising. Yet…Foxx’s hatred for all things Christmas somehow topped the list. In theory, he understood why, yet it just seemed like something Foxx would like. The lights, the decorations…the grossly cheerful attitudes.
But ‘like’ was not how he would describe the look on Foxx’s face as he stared at the inflatable Santa Claus. Mind you, he could only see the vampire’s eyes at the moment. The man was wearing an absurd number of layers to battle the cold and looked a lot fuller than normal.
Foxx had a thick fuzzy bear hat on his head, his curly black hair peeking out around the edges, with a matching brown scarf with paws on the ends wrapped around the lower part of his face. The vampire’s button nose was red, but the freckles on it and on his cheeks were in clear view. The outermost peacoat he was wearing was, to Harlow’s unending irritation, bear themed, with bear buttons and a bear hood that Foxx had pulled up over his fuzzy hat. Honestly, how redundant to wear two things with ears on it.
Foxx’s tiny waist and fat ass were even harder to see than normal because, again, the vampire was wearing a ridiculous amount of layers.Somehow, Foxx had managed to find fuzzy pants that matched the rest—it had a fuzzball tail.
He imagined, at first glance, anyone who saw Foxx standing there would think ‘how cute’. At least, until they caught sight of his gaze. Because his large aquamarine green eyes were full of pure hatred as he stared at the inflated Santa Claus. It was definitely the stabby kind of hatred.
Harlow couldn’t say he didn’t like the look, but he also knew that whatever the vampire was envisioning probably wasn’t his idea of fun. Not to mention, he pretty much could picture the results of Foxx’s ‘fun’…which was likely them running from the police.
He grabbed the vampire’s arm and towed him towards the entrance of the store. “Whatever you are thinking…no.”
“I wasn’t going to do anything!” Foxx said with a huff, before softly adding, “Maybe just stab it a little.”
Harlow snorted. “Yeah, as entertaining as that would be for me, I’m not explaining that on the phone to Tony or to the cops. Keep going, brat.”
Foxx pouted but pulled free of his hold and walked ahead of him inside. The vampire let out a disgusted groan as he saw the place. “It’s like Christmas threw up everywhere.”
