“Trueee,” Foxx snickered. That angelic smile turned demonic as the vampire crushed the heart in his hand. The organ burst, tissue seeping from between his fingers.
Yanking his hand free, Foxx didn’t even glance down at the mafia boss as he flopped over dead. The vampire’s attention was solely on him, and…Harlow liked that it was…
Tone sweet as can be, Foxx chimed, “If you change your mind…let me know, as there are plenty more to go around.” He was so calm and unbothered, as if he hadn’t just ripped someone’s heart out and then offered Harlow more.
Harlow smirked, but said nothing about the offer, waving him on to continue his fun.
Foxx’s smile widened, and without saying anything else to him, he spun around. Blood covered hands behind his back again, Foxx started to skip towards the others, asking with an excited laugh, “Who wants to go next?!”
His sadistic ball of sunshine was back in full force, offering him the hearts of others…but the only heart Harlow was interested in was the one beating in Foxx’s very chest. It was something he wasn’t sure he could allow himself to want, mainly as he wasn’t sure what he wanted with it. The only thing he did know was that he didn’t want to keep it in a jar.
Foxx grunted as Harlow roughly pinned him against the hotel door, his mouth devouring his. Harlow’s mouth tasted coppery, the dried blood on both their lips mixing with their saliva. Feeling like Harlow was trying to create a map of the inside of his mouth, Foxx shuddered each time the human’s tongue ran over his fangs.
He’d been turned on since the slaughter, and by this point, his body was trembling with need. The blood he’d consumed earlier, and the adrenaline of the situation, having driven away his previous exhaustion.
Foxx started yanking at Harlow’s jacket, trying to get it off, not caring that they were not only still covered in gore, but also still in the hallway. The human started to unzip his sunsuit, but paused at the sound of a horrified gasp nearby.
When Harlow tried to break away, Foxx hissed, chomping down on the man’s bottom lip.
“Let’s not get arrested tonight, huh?” The human chuckled after he pulled free of his teeth. Snagging him around his waist, Harlow dragged him back against him as he moved them, tapping the hotel key card over the lock.
Opening the door, the human shoved him inside. Foxx grumbled as he stumbled backwards, but any complaint was cut off the minute Harlow’s mouth was back on his.
Foxx kicked off his boots, his hands pulling at Harlow’s clothes again. He’d just managed to tug Harlow’s leather jacket off when the man forced his arms down.
He whined as his sunsuit pinned his arms, breaking the kiss with a squawk as the human deposited him on the damn floor in his effort to remove his ruined outfit. Hovering over him, Harlow tugged the thing off his legs, and pressed a hard kiss to his lips.
“If you want to be able to wear any of what you are wearing again, take it off now. You have two seconds before I tear it from your body.”
Foxx glanced down, eyed his cute strawberry outfit, that by some miracle had remained intact through this whole thing, and stripped down at the speed of light, because it was too cute to ruin!
Harlow’s eyes were on him as he stripped, but the man wasn’t doing nothing. The human was stripping down as well, starting off by removing all the holsters and hidden weapons on his body. Once done, the man kicked off his boots, removed his socks, before finally peeling out of his blood-covered black jeans and boxers.
Peel being the only way to describe it, as the blood had soaked in causing the man’s clothes to stick and leave a wash of blood on his skin. A nice sheer layer over his tight muscles.
Licking his lips, his already hard prick twitched as he eyed the man’s thick, hard cut cock. His gaze traveled up and then back down while Harlow worked on getting his jumper off, it seemed to be more stuck than his jeans.
Foxx grinned as he got up on his knees and wrapped his mouth around the ruddy head of the man’s cock. The human’s musk burst across his tongue. Harlow tastes of sweat and blood, even here, the mess had soaked through. The human jerked at his touch, glancing down at him with heated eyes as he finally managed to get his jumper off.
Smirking, Harlow’s large warm hand caressed his face while Foxx sucked on his tip. “That’s kind of gross, you know?”
Foxx pulled off with a huff. “That’s your response to me sucking you?‘That’s gross’?!”
Harlow chuckled and shrugged. “As much as I definitely want that…I want your ass too much right now. But you can grab the lube from my pants while you're down there.”
Foxx tossed his hands up. Grumbling, he searched Harlow’s pants. “You know, so many men would love to have my mouth on them, and here you are complaining! Also, why the fuck do you have lube in your pocket?” he hissed on finding the one-use packet.
“Never know when we might need it,” the human said, before tugging him up with an arm around his waist, pulling Foxx back against him. The man guided his face to the side, his mouth coming back down onto his.
Groaning, Foxx kissed him back, his eyes shutting as he turned in the man’s hold, his free hand roaming over the human, before sliding into Harlow’s hair. Even feeling the dried clumps of blood in the strands didn’t deter him, they just made Foxx press his lips harder against the man’s.
Moaning when Harlow’s tongue slipped into his mouth, Foxx stumbled a bit, but clung as the human started moving them backwards.
When Harlow stopped moving, Foxx snuggled tightly up to him, grinding his cock against the man’s leg. Panting softly, his eyes fluttered open the moment Harlow broke the kiss. Staring up at the man in a daze, he frowned.
The human smirked smugly, his hand caressing the side of his face. “Get in.”
His frown deepened. Get in? Where?
