His cheeks heating up, he nodded and tried to ignore the way his stomach fluttered at the way the man made sure he wasn’t scaring him, even though he was angry.
Harlow continued then, and he felt the brush of the man’s facial hair as he trailed down his neck, a cry forced past his lips when Harlow bit down. The bite quick, the man moved on. Foxx shuddered and whimpered as the dhampir’s fangs once again punctured him, this time into his right shoulder.
“Harlow,” Foxx whined. “I’m not a pin cushion!”
Even though he said that, it wasn’t like Foxx wanted the man to stop. He was turned on all to hell and felt very needy. In fact, his body felt like it was on fire.
The dhampir chuckled darkly, and Foxx hissed as the man nipped at his collarbone, drawing blood. “You should be happy this will be the worst of it. I’d be reddening your ass if I had better control of my strength.”
Foxx pouted. “My jumper.”
“I’d say my jacket, but it seems I should just saymy clothes,” Harlow said snidely, his gaze flicking up as he blew lightly on his right nipple.
Foxx shuddered and wiggled, arching toward the man. He moaned when he took it into his mouth, shouting out as Harlow bit down. His body trembling, Foxx tried to pull his arms free, but the man didn’t let go. So he just laid there, whimpering and arching into Harlow’s mouth while he sucked and teased his bud, the dhampir sating himself on his blood at the same time. Foxx cried out moments later as he orgasmed.
Harlow pulled his fangs free with a breathy growl, licking at the bud as he let go of his wrists. Foxx went to slide his hands through the dhampir’s hair, but before he could, Harlow lifted up off him and rolled his ass over. Foxx let out an exasperated huff as he face planted into the mattress.
Harlow smirked smuglyat the vampire’s irritated huff. Moving Foxx to his knees, he pulled the man’s jeans and boxer briefs fully off, tossing both aside. Harlow ran his hands over the man’s plump ass, and found he really, really wanted to spank the fucker. His cock pulsed painfully against his fly at the thought.
Quickly, Harlow released himself, before growling and dropping down to nip at first one cheek and then the other.Lightly, Harlow clamped his mouth around a small section of one plump cheek, his fangs no doubt prickling but not puncturing.
“Don’t you?—"
He bit down.
Foxx yelped. “Harlow!”
He sucked twice before extracting his fangs, licking at the spot, over the perfect indent of his teeth that he’d left behind.
“Why?! Why my ass?!”
“Just marking what’s mine, brat.”
Foxx pushed up onto his forearms and hissed over his shoulder at him.
“Angry cat.” Chuckling, he dragged the man back abruptly, causing him to flop forward.
“I’m not a cat!” the vampire snapped, his words muffled by the bed.
“Cat,” Harlow teased.
Licking at the bite mark once more, he decided to add a matching bite to the other cheek, Foxx protesting as he did. Dragging his tongue over the new bite too, he then spread the vampire’s ass and kissed the little hidden freckle there before diving in.
Foxx gasped, shuddering as he started to moan again while he probed his pink pucker with his tongue. Harlow circled the tight ring of his entrance. The man tasted a bit like soap, clean, but then again, his brat had showered before he took off for the gym earlier. Underneath the clean was the warm salt water taffy taste that was all Foxx.
Pressing his tongue inside, he started to fuck him with it. The vampire rocked back onto him, groaning loudly. Harlow kept it up for a while until the man was whimpering and begging for more, before pressing a finger in alongside his tongue.
“Yes!” Foxx cried out.
Harlow worked Foxx open, adding a second finger. He fucked Foxx with them, but he wasn’t rough or rushed, just using slow even thrusts, making sure to rub against the man’s prostate every so often. Even if it was torture for him as well, with how hard he was, Harlow didn’t do more than just continue to tease, tongue, and finger the vampire’s hole.
With one hand on Foxx’s ass, he held the man back from trying to fully ride his face and fingers, denying the vampire what he wanted and needed. Harlow may not be able to spank him, but he could still punish his brat in other ways.
“Please,” Foxx begged breathlessly, the vampire trembling continuously now.
“Please, what?” he mused with a husky growl as he pulled his tongue free.
The vampire gasped. “More!”
