“Yes, yes, come on.” The older human started towards the hallway.
Charity tsked but smiled at them before gathering up her tissues. Disposing them into a trash bin under one of the nearest end tables, she and Tony disappeared down the hallway.
His gaze slipped down to Foxx at the sound of the door opening and closing. Eyeing the man from the top of his curly black-haired head, to his large aquamarine green eyes, over freckled button nose and plush lips, his cock pulsed as he journeyed further.
As Harlow’s gaze traveled over Foxx’s covered neck, his overly fuzzy turtleneck sweater with a sheep on it, all the way down to the bottom of his mom jeans and sock covered feet, he…
Harlow…licked his lips.Mine.
Foxx sighedand glanced over at Harlow, who was just standing there staring at him. “They’re right, you know. Wedohave a lot to talk about.”
But even saying that, and knowing that he had barely told Harlow anything about dhampirs…he…
His bottom lip trembled, and before Foxx could stop himself, he was up off the couch, wrapping his arms around the dhampir’s waist. “I was so scared,” Foxx sniffled, eyes tearing up.
Harlow’s arms came around him. “I’m sorry, Foxx.” The man sounded awkward as he patted his back.
“No, no, I should have remembered. The thirst should have, at the very least, jogged the memories free.”
“It doesn’t seem like it was your fault that you forgot.” The man chuckled softly. “Besides, even if it was, you’re old, brat. I’msure there are plenty of things you’ve forgotten over your many years.”
Foxx hmphed. “I’m notthatold!”
He was older, but he wasn’t ancient. There were plenty of vampires, and other paranormals, for that matter, who were twice, no triple, his age.
“How old is not that old, hmm?” Harlow teased.
Foxx hesitated. Was there even a reason to hide it now? There hadn’t really been much of one before. Keeping it to himself had become just another way to irritate the man more than anything. It wasn’t like Harlow would have told anyone, then or now. It was just…he wasn’t used to telling anyone his true age. And those who could tell, knew to stay the fuck quiet and not ask him about it.
“I’m…” He started slowly before blurting, “Seven hundred and twenty-five.”
Harlow let out a low whistle. “Someone’s robbing a cradle.”
“Shut it, old man.” Foxx sighed and went to pull away, only to huff in irritation when the dhampir wouldn’t let go.
He started to glare, but a frown quickly took its place on realizing how hungrily the man was currently staring at him. With the darkening of the dhampir’s eyes, Foxx couldn’t tell what exactly the man was hungry for. “Harlow, we need to talk.”
“Later,” Harlow growled. Leaning down, the man pressed a kiss to his lips.
Foxx turned away. “Harlow, it’s not just about the dhampir thing, even if most of it is. Though…I guess the rest of the stuff is smaller, more unimportant shit in retrospect. And the psychologist thing is none of my business, I guess, but I mean, maybe it is now that we are dating. You could have at least told me you had one. But what reallyismy business is the cameras—” Foxx moaned as the man’s mouth captured his, cutting off whatever the hell else he had been planning to say.
Seconds later, he turned away and bravely tried again, “Harlow—mph!” He whined when the man’s mouth silenced him once again.
Wrapping his arms around Harlow’s neck, the kiss grew more intense, and with Foxx’s cock beginning to harden, he quickly and easily decided that talking could come…after.
Harlow pulled back, nipping at Foxx’s bottom lip. He gasped as one of the dhampir’s fangs drew blood, shuddering as Harlow sucked the blood away. The dhampir let out a pleased growl. His light brown eyes darkening further, Foxx clung while the man scooped him up.
The dhampir took a stumbled step forward and…dropped his ass. Harlow’s neck slipped through his loose grasp, and Foxx squealed in shock as his ass hit the hard marble floor.
“Fuck!” Harlow hissed. The man fell to his knees, grasping at his back. Foxx was able to visibly see the muscles in the man’s shoulders tighten and loosen in quick succession.
“I did warn you about the muscle thing,” he grumbled, wincing a bit as he rubbed at his poor ass.
Would have been nice if the dhampir’s body had decided to nope the fuck out over the rug only a few feet away, instead of in the only space in his living room without a rug covering the floor. He had liked having a section of uncovered marble floor between his divided living room, because of the contrast and feeling of separation it had added. But maybe it was time to get over that and buy a rug that covered the full bloody thing.
Harlow twitched a bit more, before finally sagging when it seemed to stop. “That’s fucking stupid. I never had a problem lifting you before. Why the hell would your weight bother me now?”
“It’s less my weight and more your body getting used to the new strength you have. Think of it as if you’ve strained a muscle. When you were…‘human’ and you strained something, eventhings that normally wouldn’t bother you could be too much. It's the same concept here, except it’s not a constant issue, and you don’t really know what is going to trigger it, or if the same thing will trigger it more than once. Either way, this just confirms that the thing we should be doing is talking.”
