Harlow chuckled. “I’ve barely touched you and am already losing your brain cells to lust. Get in the shower, you brat.”
Foxx blinked a few times more and looked around, before finally noticing the glass shower that was on, steam rising from it, right next to them. Oh…paying attention to his surroundings during sex was…not his strong point.
* * *
Harlow held backhis laughter as the vampire shook his head once, and stepped over the lip into the shower. Foxx tilted his head back on a groan as the spray hit him.
Stepping in under the surprisingly large shower head next to Foxx, Harlow grabbed the bottle of hotel body wash, removed the seal and squirted some in his hand. Lathering up, he quickly used it both in his hair and over his body, before moving to wash Foxx, who seemed intent to just stand there under the spray.
Foxx moaned loudly as his hands slid over him, but protested, spinning around to face him when he tried to wash his hair. “Are you trying to make my hair a tangled mess?” Foxx
huffed.
Harlow rolled his eyes. “It gets it clean enough.”
Foxx scoffed, sat the lube packet on the shower shelf and grabbed the actual shampoo. Lathering up his hair, the vampire grumbled. “Clean, as in stringy and unmanageable. This shit probably sucks, but it’s better than bloody body wash.”
Harlow grabbed the lube packet and stood there, cock throbbing, just waiting for Foxx to finish. The second the conditioner had been rinsed from the vampire’s hair, Harlow cut off the shower, spun him around, and bent him over.
Foxx gasped, his hands slapping against the tiled wall. “Please,” Foxx whined.
Grinning, he smoothed one hand down the man’s back as he tore open the packet with his teeth, before coating his fingers. The vampire moaned, not protesting a bit when he first pressed one and then two lubed fingers into him without much prep.
Harlow stretched the man as fast as he could, Foxx pressing back on to his fingers while he thrusted them in and out.
After a few minutes, Harlow pulled his fingers free, wiped the excess lube on his cock, before he lined up and pressed in.
They groaned together, their voices echoing in the bathroom as he sank in until he was balls deep. Harlow’s hands gripped Foxx’s hips, and he stood there for a second, just enjoying the man’s tightness and the feeling of his plump cheeks against his thighs.
“Move,” Foxx whimpered, wiggling his hips.
“Impatient brat,” he growled. But…to be honest, he’d waited long enough.
Waiting through removing Kinley’s body, to burning the building, to taking the hunters’ bodies to the morgue… Harlow had been dying to get inside the man since he’d watched him skip down the hall as a bloody bear.
Pulling back slowly, he slammed his hips forward. Foxx cried out, clawing at the tiles as he did it again and again. Harlow’s brow pinched a bit when pain began to spread from the middle of his back, but the pleasure made it easy to ignore.
It was even more easy to ignore once his eyes were drawn to the man’s dainty hands, his nails short and perfect. Visions of them clawed and holding a bloody beating heart flashed in his mind. The image caused Harlow’s cock to spasm, while a shudder ran through his body.
Mine…Foxx is mine, his mind screamed.
Growling, he increased his pace and started to rotate his hips. Foxx’s moans and whines ramping up on him hitting his prostate. The man’s hole tightened around him each time he did, while the vampire began to press back into each of his thrusts.
Never slowing, Harlow reached around and wrapped his hand around Foxx’s prick, jerking him off to the pace of his thrusts.
Whimpers and moans echoed around them. With the tightness around his hard length, and the visions of violent images in his head, Harlow’s orgasm rocked him as it hit. He threw his head back on a roar, pounding in, his thighs slapping against Foxx’s thick ass. His balls clenched as he came inside the man.
Foxx cried out seconds later, the vampire’s cock twitching in his hold while he shot a stream of cum on the shower floor.
Harlow slowed to a stop, his chest heaving. He grimaced when the pain in his back made itself known over the pleasure. Pulling free, he stretched, cracking his back while Foxx remained there panting as he continued to lean against the shower wall.
Once the pain had faded a bit, Harlow ran his hand up and down the vampire’s smooth back, not avoiding the cross scar as he went. He couldn’t help but smile when Foxx didn’t even flinch as he touched the deep embedded scar. Leaning down, Harlow pressed a soft kiss to it, before growling huskily, “Round two.”
“Can’t I breathe a bit first?” Foxx giggled breathlessly, and peered up at him over his shoulder.
“No. As I told you back at that office building…” He traced Foxx’s features with his eyes. “Standing is not in your future.”
Foxx smirked. “Well…you are…going to have to…catch me first!” The vampire bolted out of the shower with a laugh.
