“This is a dream, I don’t know if that works. But I do want it, badly. You taste so sweet. If I had my way, I’d only drink from you from now on.” My voice comes out in a husky lisp. I’m still not used to speaking with my fangs.
“I want you to try. Please.” Charlie’s cock grows hard against mine.
I dip my head down, brushing my lips and the tips of my fangs over his neck. “How could I ever say no to you?” His sweet smell invades me, wrapping around my senses like a warm blanket. Even though I’m stuck in this hell, Charlie feels like safety. He’s my escape.
Charlie pants below me, his fingers tangled in my hair as he presses me down against his skin. “Please.” He rasps.
Placing gentle kisses and nips against his neck, not breaking skin, I take my time tasting the saltiness of his flesh. He writhes beneath me, letting out soft little moans each time my fangs brush against him.
When I can’t take it anymore, I nip his skin harder, letting my teethbreak through until his nectar-like blood pools on my tongue. I groan around the taste, taking small pulls of Charlie into my mouth. He shivers, his hips thrusting up against me, and his hard length slotting against mine. I gasp, the feeling of his blood rushing into my system, as well as sparks of lightning that light behind my eyes every time our cocks brush, overwhelming me.
I want to keep drinking. I never want this to end. But even though it’s a dream, I’m scared to hurt Charlie.
My tongue brushes over the puncture marks in his skin, lapping up the last drops of blood.
Charlie’s body is loose beneath me, his eyes crinkled at the corners as he looks up at me. Our lengths haven’t lost any hardness, still pressing against each other while our hips slowly rut together.
“Here, take some blood. Even if this isn’t real, I don’t want to leave you wounded.” I offer him my freshly bitten palm, with a small pool of blood in the center.
After he drinks, he says“Do you think that actually fed you? Probably not, right?” Charlie smiles softly at me.
“Well, I mean, I’ve had dreams before that definitely ended with some wetness, so if I can cum in my sleep, maybe I can feed too?” I huff a laugh. I can believe I’m talking about wet dreams with Charlie.
His gaze turns heated again. “Should we test the wet dream theory too, while we’re at it?”
“You’re kind of a naughty one, aren’t you?” I lean back on my heels, my eyes raking over Charlie’s lean form.
Charlie giggles. “Honestly, no one has ever accused me of that before. But I feel…comfortable…in an odd way, with you.” The blush returns to his cheeks, his teeth tugging on his lower lip.
“It definitely doesn’t have anything to do with you being in on my deepest, darkest, vampiric secret or anything like that, I’m sure.” My fingers trail along the exposed strip of skin where his shirt has ridden up.
“It probably doesn’t bode well for my mental soundness for me to trust you more since you revealed your biting tendencies to me.” Charlie’s breath hitches when my hands slide up to cup his ribs. “Although maybe I was never really mentally sound to begin with. But your vampy-ness does theopposite of turn me off.” His hips buck up underneath me, the hard press of his dick against the cleft of my ass.
My hands travel higher, thumbs brushing over Charlie’s nipples, which tighten at my touch. I ruck his shirt up under his chin, examining every inch of his exposed torso like I want to memorize it.
“You’re so fucking pretty, Charlie.” I scoot down his legs, and then lean forward to press kisses along his sternum. I suck on his skin, leaving little red marks in the wake of my mouth. My thumbs brush over his nipples, circling them, and drawing whines from Charlie’s throat.
I pull one of the tight buds into my mouth, nipping at it while flicking with my tongue. My right hand continues circling and pinching his other nipple. Charlie grinds up against my stomach, seeking any friction he can get.
Releasing his nipple with a wet pop, I slide up to capture his mouth again. “Are you a needy boy, Charlie?” I rasp against his lips.
He whines lowly.“Yes. Please.”
“Yes, what, sweetheart?” My free hand cups Charlie’s chin, tilting his face how I want it, so I can slide my tongue deeper into his mouth.
Charlie moans into the kiss, sucking on my tongue greedily. Fuck, Charlie is a needy slut and it is fucking everything.
We break for a breath, Charlie panting against my mouth. “I want you to fuck me.” The whiskey color of his eyes is consumed by the blackness of his pupils.
I hum, sinking into another dirty kiss. “That sounds like literal fucking heaven but…I kind of want to experience that with you for the first time in real life. Not that this all isn’t amazing, but it’s not real. I’ve never actually…cared…about sex before. But I care with you. More than care, if I’m being honest.”
The lust in Charlie’s eyes softens. “Okay. I get that. And I think you’re right.” He takes a deep breath. “Maybe we should hold back. I kind of want to experience all of this for real…with you…” He looks away, shyly.
Tilting his chin until his eyes meet mine again, I smile down softly at him and press a tender kiss to his sweet, kiss swollen lips. “I’ve never held back like that with anyone. I’m usually all for hooking up, but in the past it’s all been meaningless. This means something to me, Charlie. It means everything.”
His eyes glitter with tears. For a second, I think I’ve hurt him, or said something that was too much, too fast.
“It does for me too.” Charlie pulls me down to him, wrapping his arms around my neck to kiss me again.
