Still giggling, Foxx pushed the small box towards Harlow.
The man picked it up. Tugging the ribbon off before removing the paper, Harlow flipped open the lid of the small black box. A smirk now on his face, Harlow pulled out the small figurine—which was of a kitten sitting cutely in a box—and placed it on the table.
He smiled, just happy that Harlow seemed to like his gift. Buying it at the craft fair had been a good idea!
“A kitten from my kitten.”
Foxx’s smile dropped. “I’M NOT A CAT!”
“No? Hmm, well, either way, I’m about to make you purr,” Harlow growled thickly.
Despite the deep rumble sending a shudder down his spine, Foxx stuttered in indignation, “Y-you?—”
“Let’s quickly have a slice of pie, so I can get to my dessert.”
Dessert?! “You… I… Old man!”
“At a loss for words, brat?” Harlow chuckled.
“Shut up and eat your damn pie!” Foxx hissed.
Fingers in his ass, Foxx spun with a squawk as the door to the large shower opened and Harlow walked in, completely naked and hard. Foxx’s gaze ran over the man’s broad chest, tracing over the large scar that curved from under the man’s left pec all the way to his right side. There were so many bites, claw marks, and even a couple bullet scars… He wanted to lick them all.
Even as his dick hardened, Foxx huffed. “What are you doing? I thought you wanted me to get cleaned up so you could ‘feast’.” He rolled his eyes, before smirking. “Did you change your mind and decide you wanted to join me? Oh! If you are, before you do, could you do a twirl for me? Because, you know, you are kind of stingy when it comes to letting me see everything.”
The man walked up to him. “Didn’t change my mind.”
Foxx squealed, flailing as the human suddenly grabbed him and tossed him over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. Harlow’s shoulder jamming into his stomach, he grunted, “Put me down! I’m not even finished yet!”
“You’re clean enough.” The man smacked his ass on entering their bedroom.
“I demand you put me down this instant!”
Harlow chuckled, and unceremoniously dumped him onto the bed. Foxx hissed at the man, flashing his fangs as he bounced, before he started to scoot away.
“Please.” Harlow smirked smugly. “You love it when I manhandle you.”
It was true…but he was not going to admit it! Though, his cock being hard was a big giveaway.
He gasped when the man grabbed his ankles, flipped him over, and dragged him to the foot of the bed until his ass and legs were hanging off, his dick pinned against the bed. Foxx’s feet were literally dangling as he was too short to reach the floor. Why had he gotten such a tall fucking bed and mattress?
Foxx bit his lip, shuddering as Harlow’s hands rubbed his cheeks before gripping them. He lifted up with his arms and glanced back over his shoulder, brow raising on seeing the human kneeling. “Are you going to be able to get up on your own after this?” he asked snidely. “Or will you need some assistance, old man?”
He could only see half of Harlow’s face over his ass, but the slight brow raise said enough.
* * *
Harlow rosea brow in challenge at the sass. They both knew damn well it wouldn’t be him struggling to stand in the end.
The vampire’s nose wrinkled, before he flopped back down with a huff. “Well, get to it! Or do you plan on just looking at it all day?”
He rolled his eyes with a snort. Harlow’s gaze trailed over the rounded perfection in his hands, before traveling up the man’s slim back to the cross scar between his shoulder blades. The vampire was...just so fuckable and…smooth—very smooth. Foxx, in fact, didn’t have any hair on him beside what was on his head and around his uncut cock.
“Question…do you shave?”
“Yes. Why?” Foxx asked, sounding suspicious.
“No reason. Just curious,” Harlow chuckled.
