“Unlikely.”
It was more likely that Foxx would feel either high off his ass, or like a train had run him over. Neither were sensations he particularly enjoyed.
“You could try?”
Foxx smirked. “Do you want me to bite you, old man?”
“Maybe? It feels like I may have missed out by not letting you do it before.”
He cupped Harlow’s face and gently ran his thumbs over the man’s trimmed beard. Smirk widening, he gave the dhampir another peck. “Sounds like a you problem, old man.”
Harlow chuckled. “Ahh, I guess I’ll just have to take one for the team and keep biting you to make up for it.”
Foxx rolled his eyes. “Such a sacrifice.”
“Mm, I’m a martyr, I know.” The man gave him a slow kiss.
“Of the worst kind.”
Micah whined loudly, before attempting to say something that just came out as garbled nonsense.
“Ahh, Micah, still with us, are you?” Harlow sneered. “Did you enjoy listening?”
The vampire whined in response.
“Good, good, because the show is far from over.” Smiling, Harlow eyed him again, the heat returning. “Now that we know our audience is ready to go, shall we continue?”
“I'd love to,” Foxx hissed, before pressing his lips to Harlow’s.
Naked Harlow relaxed backin the padded wooden deck chair, wrapping the blanket tighter around Foxx as he pulled him closer. The vampire was in his lap, naked as well, resting against his chest as they shared the chair. They were both pretty content, watching the sunrise…and what came with it—the slow burning of Micah.
Vocal cords cut, the vampire was too weak to do much more than lay there—not that he had much to move with after Harlow had removed his last foot. Writhing in pain, the man’s muscles spasmed involuntarily as the sun ate away at him. He was so covered in blood that Micah seemed to be skipping past the stage of rapid sunburn, and everything in between, to move straight to actually burning. Or perhaps the vampire was just so close to death—his body, his very cells shutting down and dying—that he was as good as a corpse already.
Even if it did take hours, it would be fine. Harlow’s cabin sat in just the right position, so they could remain sitting there the whole time without the sun ever touching them.
As his eyes followed a floating piece of charred flesh until it burst into ash in the daylight, Harlow couldn’t help but ask, “Could this count as a date? We didn’t eat, but…we had fun, didn’t we?”
Foxx giggled. “Torturing someone and then sacrificing them to the sun is a date in your book?”
He smirked. “I mean, we did have sex,” Harlow pointed out.
“That we did.” The vampire giggled harder. “I suppose, as dates go, if this was one, I’d give it a ten out of ten for a first date. How about you?”
“Mmmhmm,” Harlow hummed and pulled Foxx closer. “I agree, ten out of ten. Would recommend.”
Foxx snorted.
“Do you want to stay out here for a few days?”
“I mean…why not?” the vampire said with a smile. “It’s pretty, and…” Foxx sighed. “I’m going to have to order blood though. What’s in the car will only last us maybe two days with how much you take in.”
“Order it,” he growled, before leaning forward to rub his nose over Foxx’s neck.
“No biting my neck,” Foxx snapped.
Harlow sighed, pressing a kiss to the pulse there before relaxing back.
Harlow stood there with his arms crossed, only a few steps away from his cabin, as Foxx paced back and forth in front of him.
