The vampire wasn’t doing well. His eyes black and blue, and swollen shut, they’d managed to keep the man awake by feeding him blood. Though, Foxx did end up having to dislocate Micah’s jaw to prevent him from closing his mouth while they force fed him.
Swallowing hard, Foxx’s gaze slid down as he eyed the now cauterized stumps that were all that remained of the man’s hands—Foxx having taken one and Harlow the other.
Well…they had removed them after they’d cut off the one piece of himself that the man seemed to care most about. Even if, by some miracle, Micah escaped, the vampire would never again touch a single soul. But cutting off pieces did tend to make one bleed a lot, which is why they had broken out the blow torch. It was hard to keep a man awake with him bleeding from his wrists and…more…
“Now that he’s…in such a state, surely the best move would be to…occupy ourselves, and let him stay that way for as long as we can. You know… Just let him suffer in silence.” Micah gargled, before letting out a whimper. “Well…relative silence.” Foxx giggled.
Harlow grabbed his ass and yanked him against his body, drawing a gasp from him. Letting out a whimper of his own, Foxx rubbed up against the man, loving the press of Harlow’s covered hard cock against his stomach.
“Occupy ourselves, you say?” The man’s smile widened. “Seems you have an idea about what exactly we should occupy ourselves with, Foxx.”
“Just a…” He let out a shuddered breath. “Just a small idea.”
“Just a small one?” Harlow growled as he lifted him up. Wrapping his legs around the dhampir’s waist, Foxx wound his arms around the man’s neck when his mouth captured his.
The kiss was getting more heated by the second. Foxx whimpered again and started to grind upwards against the man. He broke away on a shuddered gasp when Harlow’s hold on his ass shifted slightly, the man’s fingers brushing against his slick hole.
“I see someone was impatient,” the dhampir chuckled thickly.
“I need,” he whined. Grabbing onto the man’s hair, he yanked Harlow back down, him being the one to initiate the kiss this time.
The man growled, kissing him back. Harlow’s tongue slipping inside his mouth, Foxx let out a muffled moan as the man pushed first one and then two fingers inside him, spreading them. He barely registered that Harlow was moving until his back was pressed roughly against the wall.
“More,” he gasped. The man broke the kiss to nip at first his bottom lip, and then his chin.
Harlow fingers pulling out, Foxx heard the man undo his pants. He held his breath as he felt the press of the man’s cock against his hole.
“Yes!” Foxx cried out when the dhampir pushed himself inside.
“Ride me, brat,” Harlow growled, the moment he was fully seated inside. “Take what you need.”
What Foxx didn’t need was…extra prompting. Releasing his hold on Harlow’s hair, he gripped the man’s shoulders and used them and the wall to get enough leverage to lift himself up. Just as the man's length was about to slip out of him, Foxx slammed back down, both him and Harlow groaning as he did. Enjoying the feel of the dhampir’s thickness stretching him, Foxx didn’t stay still for long. He quickly lifted back up and repeated the action.
Cock bobbing as his pace picked up with each downward plunge, Foxx’s moans turned to cries when he changed his angle slightly, so he’d brush against his prostate as he slammed back down.
Growling, Harlow released his hold on his ass—that had been useless since he’d started moving—and leaned against the wall, a hand on either side of Foxx, while he started to pump his hips up into him whenever he descended. The slick sound of the man moving inside him, and of their skin slapping together, mixed nicely with the whimpers and weak cries of the vampire who was still duct taped to the chair mere feet away.
As his ears registered the sound, adding to the pressure that had been building up inside him since the first scream Micah had let out, Foxx’s whole body shuddered. He continued to bounce on the man’s cock, Harlow grinding up into him as he moved with him. He barely registered the sound of wood splintering when the pressure finally released.
Coming hard, Foxx let out an unintelligible scream as his balls clenched tight and his cock spurted, leaving traces of cum on his abs and on Harlow. His pace becoming more erratic, he slowed to a stop after one hard spasm.
Harlow, on the other hand, kept moving. The man thrusting up into him harder now, Foxx held on while moan after moan was forced from his lips.
Body tingling, feeling as if he was about to lose it again, the dhampir suddenly hissed. Foxx cried out again, having a dry orgasm when the man bit into his neck. He whimpered, his body spasming as he felt the man’s hot cum fill him.
Foxx sagged there, his full weight leaning against the wall. Panting heavily, his body continued to tremble in the aftershock of it all. A tired huff slipped out when the dhampir’s fangs left his neck.
“I feel…” Foxx swallowed. “It’s unfair that you get to bite me so much.” He took another deep breath before continuing. “Especially when I barely got to bite you at all.”
Harlow chuckled and licked at his neck. “You can bite me too if you want.”
Foxx snorted. “Yeah, I’m not the least bit interested in finding out what fucked up side effects that will lead to.”
Harlow pulled back, looking like he was about to say something, but the man suddenly cursed. “Ah, fuck! My wall!”
Head tilting, Foxx glanced back, giggling on realizing that the splintering he’d heard had been Harlow digging his hands intothe wood. Smiling, he gave the dhampir a peck on the lips. “Good job, old man.”
“Shut it, brat.” The dhampir’s arms came around him, Harlow pulling him tight against his chest. “You know, I forgot about the whole ‘paranormal blood possibly fucking with you’ thing. Though, I’m vampire-ish, so maybe there’s a chance that it wouldn’t do much at all?”
