“More what?” Harlow asked, knowing full well that the man had fought hard against his sex dazed mind just to say those one-word answers.
Foxx let out a distressed whine that had his cock jerking, a drop of pre-cum spilling out as a shudder of pleasure made its way down his spine.
Harlow straightened back on his knees, his finger no longer moving. “I’m waiting, Foxx. What do you want?”
“You!”
“More of me?” He barely held back the laugh as he laced his question with confusion.
The vampire whimpered and huffed, glancing back over his shoulder with tears in his eyes, as he cried, “More!”
Harlow just smirked, and meeting that teary eyed gaze, he drawled, “Now, Foxx, how am I supposed to know what you want if you don’t tell me?”
Foxx blinked back at him for a moment, looking cute, before his brain must have finally caught on. Eyes narrowing, the vampire suddenly snarled, “FUCK ME NOW, YOU BASTARD!”
Smirk widening, Harlow pulled his fingers free, lined up his cock, and pushed in.
“Yes!”Foxx hissed, flopping forward. He bit down on the covers beneath him as Harlow’s thick cock popped past the ring of his spit-stretched hole and began to slide inside him. The burn was nothing to laugh at, but nothing he couldn’t handle or didn’t enjoy.
He shuddered at the deep growl the dhampir let out when he bottomed out, goosebumps forming on his heated skin. His early anger at the way Harlow was screwing with him floating away as the lovely sex haze returned.
Foxx whimpered and moaned when the dhampir started to move. The man’s hands gripping his hips, he rocked back into the achingly slow thrusts, using his hands beneath him to get better leverage. The pace remained slow for a bit, and the tightness, the resistance was almost too much at first.
But not for long, and on the first hard slam inside him, Foxx screamed, the pain causing him to shudder as it mixed with the pleasure. His hard prick jerked and leaked pre-cum, while his balls ached with the need to release again, even though he had earlier. Harlow picked up speed, the man now pegging just the right spot inside him.
“Yes, yes!” Foxx cried.
He met each thrust, pushing back onto the man’s cock, his breath coming faster and faster.
Air catching in his throat, on a strangled cry, Foxx came, his body spasming hard while he shot cum over the bedding. The rhythm he’d formed with Harlow falling apart, he sobbed as his body kept shaking.
On a deep feral growl, the dhampir came inside him, plowing into him until he was spent.
Foxx slid his arms out from under him when Harlow finally stopped. Wincing as the man slid out of him, he plopped face down onto the bed while he desperately tried to breathe and get his heart back under control.
With his body trembling still from his orgasm, he had to say, he felt…pretty boneless at the moment.
He groaned when Harlow grabbed his right wrist and started to move him. Foxx’s groan turned into a cry of pain when the man pulled too hard and too fast. Agony sliced through his shoulder as the joint popped out of place instantaneously, seeming to mockingly remind him that he was, in fact, NOT boneless.
“HARLOW!” Foxx screeched, while he rolled over onto his back. Grasping at his right shoulder, he glared up with teary eyes at the dhampir.
Eyes wider than he’d ever seen them, the bastard had the audacity to be shaking, looking to be panicking, as if HE was the one who was fucking hurt.
“Fuck… Fuck…fuck… Uh…” Harlow’s hands went out and then he pulled back. The man repeated the action over and over again.
“Fix it!” he growled viciously.
Harlow reached out and then pulled back yet again, grimacing. “Uh… Do…you really…want me to…put it back into place?”
Foxx was about to lose his ever-loving shit when he realized how mind-numbingly stupid it was that he had asked him. Stupid and frankly baffling, but then again, he was in pain.
“Get away! Don’t. Touch. Me!” Foxx snarled.
This…This was…not how this was supposed to go… Harlow swallowed hard while he slowly slipped off the bed. Backing away with his hands held up, he stared at Foxx, honestly feeling awful. The man looked angry yet in pain, and the tears in his eyes were not…the type of tears one wanted to see during sex.
Harlow wasn’t sure he’d ever felt this fucking awful about hurting someone before… Or rather, he had never felt awful about hurting anyone ever… But his chest sort of ached, and his stomach was churning, and he felt shaky… He could honestly do without EVER feeling this again. This fucking sucked!
Thank fuck Wes was coming later that night… The human could explain this… Well, he could if…Harlow lived that long, that was.
