Julien held him tighter, and Luis moaned helplessly. Everything felt so good. His nerves were buzzing, pleasure climbing up and up and up.
Luis was hard, panting. The wet sounds of Julien drinking from him made him want to squirm and touch himself.
His cock throbbed, and he moaned when there was another suck. Luis was drowning and didn’t want to stop. His hands were clamps, holding tight to Julien, not letting him get away.
Then, he was so close. Just a little longer, and he was going to come. His breath caught on the final rise, almost, almost–
Julien pulled away with a hot swipe of tongue over the wound just as the alarm started going off. Despite Luis’s grip on the shirt, Julien stumbled up and off the couch, the shirt pulling and a button clattered somewhere across the floor.
Without support, Luis collapsed back against the couch, dazed and confused. He was hazy, floating. He’d been so close, but instead of coming, he’d been dropped into a glassier space.
The bite haze,he thought vaguely.
But where had Julien gone? He blinked his eyes open to find the man across the room, leaning against one of the far bookcases. His mouth was agape, fangs out, and there was blood smeared on the corner of his mouth.
Luis’s blood.
He stared. What… had happened?
There was bright color high on Julien’s usually pale cheeks. His normally tidy shirt was gaping open at the chest, missing two buttons.
It was obscene, the image he made. The most undone Luis had ever seen him.
“Apologies,” Julien said raggedly, a hand coming up to cover his mouth. He was breathing heavily–panting. “I–that was twenty seconds.”
“You could take more,” Luis said it before he thought about it. His whole body was still vibrating. He wanted more.
Wait.
Julien was staring at him, but he looked off. There was something intense about the way he was death gripping the bookshelf. Like he was trying to hold himself there.
“I–I can’t. Not, not right now, thank you,” Julien said, words pinched.
Luis’s head was still swimming through molasses. Something was happening, and he couldn’t grasp it. Why was Julien across the room? Why did he look so tense?
Luis tried to push himself up to a normal seated position. His limbs felt like rubber. “Are you okay?”
“Yes,” Julien snapped. Something passed over his face, almost regretful. “Excuse me, just–excuse me a moment.”
Then, without waiting for a response, Julien turned and fled the room.
That… didn’t seem good. Luis fumbled out his phone. With clumsy fingers, he found the texts to Karim.
Luis:something’s wrong with Julien
Karim, replied immediately.
Karim:on it
Good. That was good. Luis relaxed back against the couch. He didn’t think he could stand and help anyway. He focused instead on breathing, on getting his thoughts to move quicker than honey in winter.
He had no idea how long it was before Karim texted him again.
Karim:you can come back to the living room. Julien’s ok.
Okay. That was good.
Luis sat up again, and already his muscles were stronger. The haze was passing. Still, he took it slow getting to his feet.
