Foxx’s smile widened, his dimples flashing fully. Eye’s heating, the little vampire drew closer to him, until their faces were inches apart. “Do you now?”
“I do.”
“Well…I could maybe be persuaded, if I think it’s worth it.” Foxx’s hands slid up his chest.
“Could you?”
“Mmm, I could,” the vampire practically purred. “So, what do you have for me, old man?” The man’s gaze flicked down to his crotch, and back up.
Harlow’s smirk widened. “Well, brat, I was thinking…how about you come…watch me work out?”
Foxx’s smile fell, his lips pursing into a pout. “Why work out when you can fuck me instead?”
“Because fucking isn’t rest for you, and I need to work out more areas than just my hips,” Harlow drawled with zero feeling.
“If sex isn’t a full body workout, you aren’t doing it right,” Foxx huffed, before whining, “I want dick!”
“No. Besides, Doc doesn’t really want you to be too active yet.”
Doc Robinson wanted Foxx to pretty much ‘couch potato’ out as much as he could. The vampire tired easily, and apparently, he would until his ‘threads’ were healed. That in mind, and the fact that Harlow may have gone overboard a few days ago, he’d decided that rest and relaxation couldn’t include sex, for now.
Mainly as he was not looking to ever again exhaust the vampire to the point of knocking him out for a full fucking day. Harlow had not enjoyed whatever the fuck he’d experienced on realizing Foxx wouldn’t wake up. Nor had he enjoyed the lecture from Doc after he’d called him and explained what had led up to the situation.
Foxx glared. “You know what? I bet it’s just that you’re not up for the task, old man!”
Harlow chuckled at Foxx’s obvious attempt at winding him up. “Not going to work, brat.”
“Did you throw your back out or something? Or are you just getting too old to keep up?”
He snorted. “I’m not the one who couldn’t move the other day.”
“Yes, and I want that again!” Foxx cried.
“No,” Harlow said blankly, before scooping the vampire up, his hands gripping Foxx’s ass tightly. “Come on, let’s go.”
“Noooo,” Foxx whined loudly, even as he started carrying him towards the door. The man only had socks on, but…it wasn’t like he would work out, so what did he need shoes for?
“Put me down.” Foxx wiggled in his hold.
“Nope.”
Foxx hissed, and in an instant, he was biting his shoulder—fangs poking but not piercing.
Harlow rolled his eyes. “Cat.”
“Shut up,” Foxx grumbled. Mouth still on him, the word came out more like, ‘ut up’.
When they reached the door, Foxx huffed and stopped chewing on him to say with a long-exasperated sigh, “Fine!”
Harlow smirked and moved to open the door, but Foxx squeaking out, “Wait,” had him stilling.
“Why?”
“Put me down. I don’t need to be carried into the gym.”
“But I want to,” Harlow hummed.
That, and he liked where his hands currently were, and he wanted to keep them there a bit longer.
