Harlow glared for a moment before growling, “Fuck talking.”
Foxx gasped as the man was suddenly there, crouched over him, mouth back on his. With a moan, Foxx latched onto the man’s shoulders while his eyes fluttered shut. Only for them to snap open wide with a startled gasp when he felt the man grip the collar of his turtleneck, and a tearing sound followed.
Yanking away, he stared down, mouth agape, at his brand-new jumper. It was ruined. Torn in half! “You!”
Harlow chuckled. “I prefer your neck uncovered. Keep that in mind for the future, brat.”
“WhatIjust heard is that you PREFER my foot shoved up your ass, old man!” Foxx hissed. “I just got this!”
“Buy it again.” Harlow laughed. Foxx glared and protested when the dhampir grabbed him and spun him around on the marble floor.
When Harlow yanked his torn jumper down, the sleeves pinning and pulling his arms back. Foxx tensed up, even as the man started to bend him over, but his complaint never made it past his lips. The cry of both pain and pleasure brushed it aside when the dhampir’s fangs pierced his neck.
Heart starting to speed along, his cock hardened fully on a moan when the man sucked. Unlike the first time, which had been all pain, it seemed Harlow’s natural instincts had kicked in, the man’s bite sending waves of pleasure through his veins as he took. Just as a vampire’s could, a dhampir’s bite could be as pleasurable as a drug.
By the fifth pull, Foxx was crying out, his balls clenching, while his cock jerked and spurted, releasing into his boxer briefs.
Harlow pulled back with a breathless laugh. “Fuck, did you just come?”
While his body tingled, having forgotten to add a pair of boxers into his to-go bag, his own cock was currently pressing and pulsing painfully against the fly of his jeans. Interestingly enough, Foxx’s blood seemed to spread this extra bit of warmth through his already heated body.
“That was fast. Maybe I should have let you bite me more.”
Foxx laid there panting softly, arms pinned back with his ass in the air, his upper body pressed to the marble. “A bit…late to have that thought now.”
“Why? Don’t feel like biting me anymore?” His grip tightening on the man’s sweater, and he used his hold to lift Foxx up. One arm coming around, he held the vampire flush against him, while grinding his hips into the man’s still covered ass.
“Harlow…” Foxx said his name almost hesitantly. Harlow froze on realizing how tense the vampire was now, and not in a good way.
“Foxx…?” He frowned…and then it hit him. “Fucking hell,” Harlow cursed. As quickly as he could, he pulled the rest of the man’s ruined sweater off, rasping, “Sorry.”
“It’s not… I’m…” Foxx sagged a bit against him, not able to finish.
“Sorry, I didn’t even think about it. Tying you up is out. It’s fine.” He pressed a kiss to the man’s neck, licking at the bite mark he just left opposite of the original one. “Not a necessity for me.”
The vampire huffed. “It’s…less about the tying up, and more the tying up in…this position. I think…it…reminds me too much of…”
Harlow gently turned Foxx’s face to the side, so he could see his eyes. At the uncertainty he saw there, he lightly kissed the man’s lips. “It’s fine. I don’t need to do it.” He smirked when Foxx slowly smiled. “Biting, however…” Harlow growled, nipping at the man’s lips once, before he dropped down without warning and bit into the man’s shoulder.
Foxx cried out, his head tossing back against his shoulder as Harlow took a single pull, before freeing his fangs and licking once while pushing Foxx back down onto the floor. “Biting, that I can’t give up.”
Though he only had fangs for a few hours now, Harlow had to say…fangs were…weird. While he was sure they did most of the work, it oddly felt like whenever he sucked in, the amount of blood he took in was greater. The sensation was strangely similar to taking a mouth full of something, versus taking a sip, even though most of it hadn’t actually gone into his mouth.
“I’m going to be a pin cushion,” Foxx huffed hazily, the vampire’s voice sounding thick and heavy.
Harlow grinned. “My pin cushion.”
Skimming his hands over the man’s sides, he pulled Foxx’s mom jeans and boxer briefs down in one go. Tsking at the sightof the wetness and remnants of cum in the man’s briefs, he reached around and grabbed Foxx’s half hard cock. The vampire whined at his touch as he slowly jerked the man’s prick, using his cum as slick. “Someone made a mess.”
“S-shut up,” the vampire whimpered.
Chuckling, he released him, and freed his own cock from the torture confines of his jeans. Wrapping his cum-covered hand around himself, he gave his dick a few pumps while he ran his other over the vampire’s thick, plump, perfect ass. Letting his hard cock go, he pulled out the single use lube packet from his pocket and dropped it on the floor for later.
Had he known he’d be having sex today? No… But... Fucking seemed to not really be off limits for them, no matter the location or time, so…why not be prepared?
Licking his lips and cupping the man’s ass cheeks, he squeezed and spread them. From there, Harlow’s gaze trailed up all the way to the vampire’s shoulder blades and then back down, over the man’s cross scar, past the little dimple at the small of the vampire’s back, until he finally reached Foxx’s pucker—the whole time, he did his best to memorize every part of him. All the things he had missed or ignored before… He wouldn’t again, because maybe he was feeling slightly sentimental after having come so close to death. Or maybe he just wanted to catalog what was his. One or the other—likely the latter.
Foxx’s skin was pale and smooth, but…the thing he noticed was that while the vampire may have had a noticeable scattering of freckles on his nose and cheeks…elsewhere…there weren’t many. Yet the few he did have on his body…seemed to be hidden, in secret places that only someone in Harlow’s position would have a chance to see.
