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“And thank you once more, dear lambs, for coming to see us on such a fine night!” Hyde exclaims with an enthusiastic voice. He waves at the audience and smiles, looking just as pretty as the beautiful blue sequins that twinkle in his wing headpiece.
“We’ll meet again!” Dimitri follows up and walks next to him, looking at Hyde with a loving gaze before directing it at the audience.
The spotlight feels like pure heat now that the encore is coming to an end. It’s gratifying to experience the love of their fans at the end of a concert, but Hyde can already notice the exhaustion kicking in.
Dimitri does a fancy gesture with his hand and then bids them farewell. “Until then!” Together they bow towards the screaming audience. There are whistles, claps and repeats of their name. The sound of their lambs, content and ecstatic. It fills them with joy.
The spotlights go dim after they leave the stage. A curtain is lowered down and there is the occasional shout that goes thank you, ahh, Eclipse, I love you two so much, but once the audience no longer sees them, the venue eventually quiets down. Dimitri follows Hyde backstage with a wide smile on his face. What a wonderful night! It’s their third last stop on this world tour and there were no problems during the show.
Hyde doesn’t look back as he walks. He’s rushing, Dimitri notices, but the staff members are already surrounding them and congratulating them for a good show well done. Dimitri has to stop and thank them all separately. As his habit is, he stays behind to bow and bow and to cheerfully join their choir of happiness. It’s contagious. Dimitri usually can’t resist it. He likes working with this team, although keeping the whole vampire thing a secret is oftentimes a bit difficult.
Hyde excuses himself without much parade and closes the door to the dressing room behind him. It’s an agreement that on every tour stop they get one shared room for themselves where they can change without hassle from outsiders. They don’t require much help from the staff in that regard, partly because they like to make things easier with magic every now and then.
Once inside, Hyde leans against the door for a short moment, sighing heavily. He takes off his gloves and throws them to the side where the mirrors and makeup desks are. Underneath his white attire, his hands and back are way too sweaty to his liking. He wishes he could just throw all his clothes away so that he could take a shower and drown in the sensation of hot water droplets all around him, washing away the sweat that sticks to him like honey.
Oh, how he wishes, but there is no time. He tries to overcome the dryness in his throat by swallowing once. It doesn’t help, and so he sighs again, feeling weak and tired.
“Alright. Just calm down first, we’ve been through this before.”
He takes a deep breath and sits down on the couch. There are distant cheering sounds coming from the other side of the door and for a moment Hyde’s thoughts go to Dimitri. Should he tell him? Call him in?
He considers it but then sees Dimitri’s worried face and what might come after and quickly decides against it. He shakes his head more as an act to convince himself. He’ll be fine. It’ll just be a minute. A short little breather is what he needs. Yes, he’ll manage somehow, he’ll recharge and get right back on his feet. He closes his eyes and focuses on breathing.
It’s a mistake. The tiredness washes over him like a set of waves. It’s a lot more obvious now too, because on stage he has something to focus on and here he is just sitting alone in silence. As if that wasn’t enough, he is also trembling.
He doesn’t like this feeling. He’s pent up, a lot more than Dimitri, and he is acutely aware that he is worse at hiding it. He should really be using this time to freshen up. They have a small time window between the encore and the meet and greet. Get up, undress and change, that’s what he’s supposed to do. Their lambs have waited and fought for the tickets and Hyde knows he would feel bad if he were to disappoint them. He will go out there and survive the event at any cost. Once they’re back at the hotel he can eat and rest.
Except now none of his limbs want to do what he tells them to.
He throws a hand over his forehead and lets out a displeased groan. He dislikes feeling weak. He dislikes that it hits him at the worst possible times. Raising his hand, Hyde looks up at the unsteady tremors and the small twitches of his arm muscles.
This is probably what he least likes about this. The touring and the flying and the endless concerts—when they’re far away from the scarlet moon and still use their powers while having to play by human rules. It consumes more energy when they’re so far away. Their little tricks here and there means that they’re constantly using their energy and there is no proper way to recharge.
A gentle knock on the door makes Hyde jerk back awake. His name is called by a staff member. Their staff doesn’t know about their origins so Hyde can’t really tell what’s going on, but he still replies with a soft tone.
“Yes? You can come in.”
The door opens and a woman with a dark bob cut peeks in. She’s one of the PR team members with a badge hanging around her neck. “Hey. Sorry, I just have a very quick question. The venue staff asked us about the extension of the—” but she quiets suddenly. “Nevermind about that. Are you alright?”
“Yes,” Hyde answers automatically. “It is just a headache.”
“Did you drink water? Do you want painkillers? I can ask them to bring you some.”
A short pause. Hyde inhales, considering it. “I guess it wouldn’t hurt to try.”
“I’ll get you some then. Just a second. And don’t worry about the thing I was talking about, I can also ask Dimitri about it.”
“Yeah, alright. That sounds good.” But actually whatever, Hyde thinks. It will not make a difference. The medicine is not going to do anything for him. The door closes with a click and Hyde is left waiting because there is nothing else he can do. There is no pill for bloodlust.
Out of the two of them, Hyde has always been prone to losing more energy and requiring more frequent feeding than Dimitri. Unlike Hyde, Dimitri has always been a man of big meals. He can go on for much longer than Hyde and without having to feed, but then again, it’s not as much about having to feed, but about being able to resist the hunger. So Dimitri might have a better appetite in that sense, but he can wait for longer periods of time. Hyde’s hunger is one of those that appear quickly, and if not sated, he’ll feel it physically.
Hyde’s thoughts wander off to Dimitri and whatever the staff lady was talking about. Perhaps they’ll be able to sort it out without Hyde and perhaps Dimitri will come back soon. Aren’t they supposed to freshen up together? Where is Dimitri, anyway? They have a whole meet and greet coming up.
A sudden rush of irritation rises in Hyde’s mind. Dimitri always tends to take too long during changes. This is one of the reasons why. He is adorable, gorgeous, too charismatic to resist, but his playfulness is what makes him a menace. Hyde is the stricter one out of the two of them, at least when talking schedule-wise, and Dimitri is the one who loves to stroll along. He’s never in a hurry, except when it’s about pleasing Hyde to get something he wants for himself.
Hyde lets out a soft chuckle. The bond that they share feels strong and alive tonight. It’s a reassuring feeling that it exists no matter what, just like it has existed for the past few hundred years.
A different staff member comes back and offers Hyde a fresh bottle of water and the pill. When David is not around, their tour team is the one looking after them. She is one of them. She tells Hyde something that does not register at all. Something about drinking enough water and something about Hyde’s appearance that worries her. Hyde accepts the painkiller and the bottle with a shaky hand and downs half of the water in one go. He’s so thirsty he could kill, but the water does not take away the dryness in his mouth.
It’s not that he’s a weak vampire either. It’s actually the opposite, but he has always had this trait to his hunger that when he’s exhausted it makes it hard to focus on anything else. It causes him to appear incoherent to outsiders, and he would love it if he didn’t have to show that to anyone, so he usually opts to stay quiet. At least until Dimitri gets back.
Once again—Dimitri. Where is he?
“Where is Dimitri?” he asks finally, accidentally ignoring everything that was just spoken to him. He can’t just keep waiting. “We are supposed to be changing.” His tongue feels like sandpaper, the words barely making it out of his mouth.
The staff lady looks at him for a while, questioning. “Yes, indeed.” She eyes him from head to toe and back up. “Are you sure you are alright though? I’ll go get him, if that’s what you want,” she says.
Hyde nods. “It is just exhaustion.”
“Alright, try to take it easy in the fanmeet.” She heads for the door. “Is there anything else on your mind? Or things I should know about?”
Hyde rubs his eye. It itches. “I don’t know. They were talking about some sort of extension issue. Not sure what that was about and why they had to ask us.” It’s a real chore trying to keep track of what’s being discussed, but Hyde manages.
“Oh, about that—I know. They’re setting up the barricades, but they thought about extending the line differently to what our plan was. We’ll sort it out, don’t worry about it.”
“Ah… Alright. Do as you please, then.” Hyde says.
“Anything else?”
“No. I think I am good now, thank you. Just a bit out of it. The headache kicked in at the encore.” Hyde clears his throat once. “I get these from time to time. It’s fine. Just tell Dimitri to hurry up. We will change and be there for the meet and greet.” It’s not at all like him to talk like this. What a picture he must be giving.
“Yeah, I’ll go get him.”
She leaves. Hyde can barely close the cap of the water bottle by himself. He wonders—how long has it been since they’ve fed? How can it catch him so badly off guard like this? It feels like he is being reduced to a thirsty animal.
Hyde looks at the ceiling and focuses on all the patterns he can discern, counting the white pipes and gray valves. The upwards angle makes him dizzy, combined with the fact that he has an eyepatch which takes away his sensation of depth. Slowly, what he’s seeing begins moving around, or then it might be the pipes that just look wobbly to him.
Another sigh. This is nothing new, nothing unusual—but god does it feel awful every single time. It thrums inside his skull and makes his limbs unstable. He can feel Dimitri’s presence so strongly in the vicinity, but he can’t move a muscle. “Unbelievable,” he mutters under his breath. The hunger, the need.
Dimitri always takes too long with the staff. Hyde needs him back to settle and figure out what to do. He’ll send him to find David perhaps, or then something else.
“Hyde!” comes an abrupt shout from the door. It’s the usual dramatic entry combined with his flashy concert attire, and then Dimitri is all over him. “Hyde,” he says, quieter this time, and in his words he hides the meaning of at least three questions: what, why and how?
“It is incredible, this feeling. How are you not tired like I am?” Hyde asks as a reply. He hasn’t moved an inch and yet he is out of breath. His throat is so dry and his head weighs a ton.
Dimitri spends a moment being silent, contemplating what to do. He sits carefully next to Hyde and looks at him. He avoids touching him, because physical touch is a curious little thing between bonded vampires. He looks at Hyde with a serious expression.
“Hyde, why did you not tell me earlier?” Dimitri mumbles.
“You took so long,” Hyde says.
Dimitri hovers his hand above Hyde’s thigh but then pulls it back before it can make contact. He’s a touchy person, so him holding back must mean that he is in a worried state. He tries and tries but ends up reconsidering it every time.
“It’s not like I can just stop the concert now can I?” Hyde continues to ease the mood a little and squeezes the bit between his eyebrows. His temples throb so he tries to massage them. “But now we have a whole meet and greet left. I thought I would be able to do it with just a little bit of rest, but I am not sure if I can manage it.”
Dimitri hums in understanding. “You haven’t even undressed yet,” he says, only like a statement of something he’s taking a note of.
Hyde eyes him. “Indeed I have not, but neither have you.” Dimitri is wearing just as much as he is. “But, if I am being honest, I don’t think I can really move. Look,” he says and lifts up his hand. His index and middle finger twitch minutely.
“It’s that bad? Hyde, you— Did you not talk to the staff? We can always cancel—”
“Out of the question, Dimitri,” Hyde says and cuts him off. “And I did. They were kind enough to give me medicine for a headache. I am supposed to feel better soon. Where is our cooler? Did David not bring us anything tonight?”
Dimitri shakes his head. “David has not returned yet. It’s probably difficult to find fresh supplies at this hour. Legally, of course.”
Hyde mutters the quietest curse he can manage. This is one of those moments when he irrationally regrets ever making a rule about protecting humans and their blood. He is absolutely tired of animal blood and the secrecy sometimes, especially during activities where they have to be around humans constantly. Especially in cities they haven’t been to that often.
He remembers those days from the past when the law was weak thing and the scarlet moon did not have many set rules either—those years of their wild vampire youth, of them feeding and feeding, and then discovering each other when the hunger got too strong for them—
“Feed on me then,” Dimitri says after a thoughtful pause, as if reading Hyde’s mind.
Hyde’s eyes shoot open. He looks at the ceiling. At the mere suggestion, his fangs begin to ache. He can’t even hide them for god’s sake and his eyes, he knows, are glowing red.
Dimtiri looks at him with a tender gaze. He’s still not touching him, but it’s clear that he wants to. Hyde runs his tongue over his teeth. He really can’t hold them back—they’re very sharp.
“I was under the impression that we will avoid all activity related to that during the tour,” Hyde says strictly, but there is no real heat behind his words. “I am not that desperate,” he rushes to add, but it’s such an obvious lie that he’d slap himself for it if he had the energy.
Feeding.
They had promised not to do that during the world tour. They’ve had this pact for ages with activities regarding humans—because if they do that, well… There is a whole other reason Hyde wants to avoid it.
“Hyde.” Dimitri’s tone turns dark, more serious. Something in the mood shifts and Hyde knows what it is. Dimitri is getting closer. “You still wish to see our lambs tonight?” He asks. It seems like Dimitri has made a decision. He climbs on Hyde’s lap to straddle him.
Hyde curses in his mind. The touch electrifies him—there’s a static on his skin, a pull between them that’s so hard to resist. Dimitri basically cages him with his body, with his longer legs and arms. There’s nowhere else to go.
Hyde stares at him, mouth parting beautifully, and his lashes, now longer with makeup, give him a look that Dimitri can’t stop staring at. It’s sultry, and his hunger is so clear that Dimitri can easily sense and mirror it. Such is the bond between them.
“You’re a bit heavy, Dimitri,” Hyde says as a last resort at attempting to keep his dignity and the pact. It’s not that he doesn’t want it. It’s just troublesome that he wasn’t able to hold out any longer, and well, he’s not sure about his self control at this point if he gets his mouth on Dimitri. He tastes quite good, after all.
“Hyde,” Dimitri repeats and takes off his gloves. He’s not in a rush when he looks at Hyde directly while unbuttoning his vest and collar. It’s a lot of work, this outfit. Since the jacket is attached to the vest, the big sleeve still stays on him. Dimitri puts his sleeved arm slowly around Hyde and slides his palm behind his neck, fingers rubbing the skin there gently, right at the edge of his white hair.
“As you would say, Hyde, we do not have the whole evening,” Dimitri says. “It is alright. Why resist?”
Dimitri sure loves saying his name. Hyde chuckles and then sighs softer this time. He slides his hands around Dimitri—one finding its place on his waist and the other at his neck where he pushes aside the unbuttoned clothes. “And how much time do you think we have?” Hyde asks. He’s still rethinking it. He wants to devour Dimitri, but he’s very aware that they’re not alone.
“Twenty minutes, maybe. They are organizing the hall right now. You should not worry about it. Just focus on me, Hyde,” Dimitri says with the determination of a very devoted lover.
With the tip of his finger, Hyde traces the lines of Dimitri’s neck. There are multiple, faint bite mark scars there, left from their youth when they did not know any better. When they were both messy eaters without any regard for the future and didn’t really know where to bite exactly, how hard or where to put their teeth. Just like then, Hyde can now smell the blood in Dimitri. His arteries, his veins. There is no pulse but he’s warm, hot even, especially for a vampire with a crystallized heart.
“Did you even lock the door?” Hyde asks and raises an eyebrow. The shakiness of his limbs is helped by Dimitri’s weight on him. It feels especially nice.
“No,” says Dimitri, with very little worry in his voice.
That awakens something wild in Hyde. The fact that Dimitri just says and does stuff like that—so confident and knowing. No explanations. Unapologetic.
Hyde inhales once. “Fine.”
It’s fine, even if someone walks in. It’s fine, he’ll feed on him even if they get caught. They still have a lot of lifetimes left to live. This is only one of them. Hyde’s hunger is too big to be contained and Dimitri is just there, serving himself on a silver platter.
In the quick millisecond he has for himself, Hyde has already thought up a scenario about having to explain their bloody backstage activities to someone else. Once he’s gone far enough into his own imagination, he’s just seeing the two of them feeding on the floor, messy and feral, and that’s what brings the fresh saliva into his mouth.
Hyde brings his mouth close to Dimitri’s neck and breathes in his scent. He releases an open mouthed sigh, an anticipatory one. “Are you certain?” he asks. When Dimitri hums his affirmation softly, Hyde presses his teeth into the crook. He would’ve gone for the wrist otherwise, but he’ll be able to feed faster from the neck.
As a response to the bite, Dimitri’s body jerks. He tries to hold back, but his hips buck forward against Hyde and his hold on him tightens. His mouth, parted and pretty, doesn’t want to let out a sound, but his throat cannot hold back the low, raw repeat of Hyde’s name. There’s the smallest of gasps from Dimitri when Hyde pulls his teeth out and latches his mouth onto his neck to suck.
Hyde’s first swallow is followed by a pleased hum. Dimitri simply tastes so good. So fresh and so familiar, and his blood runs hot when it floods into Hyde’s mouth. Hyde sucks and is very aware of the marks he’s leaving. He tries to be careful, but in all honesty Hyde would like nothing more than to suck him dry. He’ll have to control himself and remember his surroundings, but the desire is just so strong. If he had forced himself to wait longer, he might have even lost control.
Only small suction sounds and Dimitri’s breathless panting are audible in the room. It’s intimate and intense. Hyde wants all of Dimitri to himself so that he can give himself back to him in return. The cycle repeats, as it has repeated from since they were turned the first time. Hyde wants too much, he is being greedy—but no, this is not the time for that.
Hyde indulges in the taste shamelessly far longer than he originally intends to before forcing himself to part. There’s a pop and an exhale when he lets go, and he grounds himself by taking a deep breath and pressing his fingers down on the bite while leaning his forehead against Dimitri’s chest. It smells so good there.
It’s Dimitri, his favourite scent, his favourite taste on earth. Hyde licks his lips once and then gives Dimitri some light kisses on his neck. That should be enough. They should stop and continue when they get back to the hotel.
They should, and yet he says nothing. Hyde only nudges Dimitri with his nose as a show of affection and kisses his way up, passing the jaw and stopping at Dimitri’s lips. “Kiss me,” he mumbles. What he means is, distract me before I get too greedy and end up getting lost in the dream.
Dimitri does. It’s obvious from his hard breathing how good that had felt for him. His excitement, clear even under all the layers. His impatience, loud even when he doesn’t speak. His hips press snugly against Hyde and Hyde realizes he’s already stiff too.
Hyde kisses him deep and whispers against his mouth, “Maybe we should—”
It’s stopped when someone walks past their room. At the reminder Dimitri only presses into him harder. He’s usually speechless for some time after being fed on. Hyde finds it fascinating, perhaps even more than he finds it endearing.
Hyde keeps holding him and focuses on the rush that a fresh meal brings him. He feels hotter, lighter, happier, clear-minded again. Trembly for a totally different reason. Not satisfied, but definitely better than ten minutes ago. His breathing steadies and he smiles as Dimitri kisses his jaw and neck. It’s clear that Dimitri doesn’t want to look at him, but he’s asking for something.
Hyde wants to tease him.
“Ah,” Hyde begins with a slightly faked innocence. “I already feel so much better. Dimitri, do you not think that’s enough?” He removes his hand from the bitemark and checks whether it’s still bleeding. There isn’t much, because generally vampires don’t bleed. When feeding, the blood has to be sucked out. Depending on the thickness of the person’s skin, sometimes quite hard even.
“Hyde, please. You cannot be serious right now,” Dimitri whispers into his neck. He’s definitely desperate. He’s nibbling on the skin softly, as if demanding he’ll also get to bite but also proving tremendous self discipline because he hasn’t done that yet.
Hyde slides his bloodied hand under Dimitri’s vest and thanks their outfit designer for the silk shirts underneath that don’t go all the way down. He finds endless joy in situations like this when it’s clear that they depend on each other. It fills him with a sense of ownership and belonging respectively.
Hyde enjoys the sensations on his neck. It makes him shiver because he knows Dimitri finds him desirable. He caresses Dimitri’s lower back and waits for his own hunger to settle. There are ridges there, the protruding shapes of Dimitri’s lower spine, which Hyde follows up and down with his hand. Hyde has had a taste now, which should last him through the rest of the day at least without feeling like he’ll collapse from hunger, but the want that never leaves is definitely going to be a thing.
“But I am being serious,” Hyde says.
Dimitri—such a precious thing. He usually likes to beg, but only when he’s in one of his childish moods. He would not utter a single word right now, even if Hyde told him it was the only way. He would not be the one to beg in bed, and who would much rather try to make Hyde beg.
Hyde licks his neck and kisses him again, letting Dimitri taste more of the blood still on his lips. Dimitri receives some sort of new vigor from that. Enough to talk lazily against his mouth, like a man seeking an oasis in a desert. His speech comes out slightly slurred.
“Hyde, that is simply not fair…” He swallows once and then licks Hyde’s lower lip for more. “First you lure me here with your exhaustion, and when I get worried and offer myself to you, you suck me dry, and then you won’t even let me—”
“It was a mere appetizer and you know that, Dimitri,” Hyde cuts him off with an amused huff. He decides to give him a deeper, longer kiss. It lasts, lasts and lasts. “But does it mean that you can finish like this, then?” There’s more kissing, and Hyde emphasizes his wording with a small push of his hips. It excites him, and now that he’s had a taste, there’s a liveliness to his insides that he can’t contain.
“Yes,” Dimitri breathes heavily into his mouth. He demands another kiss by biting his lower lip and returns the good favor by rubbing harder against him. “You should know how much I enjoy that.”
Eager enough to go further, Dimitri lets out a low moan when Hyde slides both his hands down his behind, helping him with the rhythm of the movement. Dimitri is a big man, so he does actually weigh a bit, but he has perfected the art of being on Hyde’s lap and it’s clear that he’s proud about it.
It turns continuous then, and Hyde decides that perhaps a little bit more won’t hurt. His breath hitches a few times when Dimitri rubs against him real good, and then Hyde figures that it’ll be over quicker the more worked up they both are. So maybe that’s a good thing. Hyde’s fangs no longer ache, but the very real arousal has attached itself into his insides like glue, to the point that he can’t hold back from grinding either. What a bunch of teenagers they are—making out as if they have the time for it.
There are more footsteps in the hallway rushing back and forth, coupled with voices talking about the meet and greet. Hyde chooses that moment to lick the fresh bite mark to feel Dimitri shiver.
“Hyde—”
Pleased about the reaction he gets, Hyde gives the mark a little teasing suck, which causes Dimitri to grab his hair and bend his head back, exposing Hyde’s neck as much as he can for himself with a somewhat feral look in his eye, but then stopping himself before going further.
Hyde smiles. Dimitri looks wild and disheveled, very gorgeously so. His shorter white hair might be held in place with at least three different hair products, but there are already a few strands loosely hanging over his damp forehead. Hyde can’t help but moan softly when he realizes Dimitri won’t let him move, and while he’s being held in place, Dimitri takes an indulgent sniff from somewhere under his jaw, tempting himself.
Hot breaths land on the sensitive skin of Hyde’s neck, tickling him, and a wet mouth demands to have a taste. A funny thought arises in Hyde’s mind.
“Dimitri,” Hyde says, articulating his name slowly, so as not to ruin the mood, “are you actually drooling? Have you turned into an animal now?”
Dimitri halts and appears to be broken from his daze. They both pant and look at each other with their red eyes. Glowing and intense.
Dimitri clears his throat. “For the record, I am holding back,” he says, trying to compose himself by acting indifferent.
“Where are your manners then?” Hyde asks teasingly while bringing a hand to his front. “You are usually so well-behaved.” His hand fiddles with the hem of the high waisted pants.
Dimitri doesn’t give him an answer. They look at each other. Hyde’s hand tries to find his way inside Dimitri’s pants and then Hyde realizes something when he sees Dimitri swallow his spit. “Oh, I see.”
Conditioned. Hungry. Expectant.
I feed on you, you feed on me, that sort of thing.
“A man of habits?” Hyde asks and wraps his fingers around his exposed length.
The intensity in Dimitri’s expression falters a little bit. He compensates by finding comfort in the way he leans in to touch their foreheads together. His fingers caress Hyde’s neck carefully, and then he just has to lean in to kiss him.
“I will not ask permission if you keep that up,” Dimitri says, gentler now, drunk on pleasure. He shifts a little bit to better accommodate Hyde’s hand between his legs. Hyde gives him a few strokes and Dimitri lets out a held-back grunt.
“What was that?” Hyde asks, quickening the pace and tightening his fist. He knows perfectly well where and how to touch Dimitri to make him rethink his wording. “Could it be that you still intend to feed on me?” They both know Hyde cannot be fed on right now, but it’s still entertaining to play this game. It’s not like Hyde hasn’t been in his position before.
Dimitri considers it. Hyde looks at the changing expressions on his face, frowning and relaxing with the same rhythm that Hyde moves his hand. After a while of getting lost in it and letting Hyde do as he pleases, Dimitri closes his eyes and smiles with the smallest hint of smugness at the corners of his mouth. He appears to be giving up, but Hyde knows he’s thinking about something.
“What are you thinking about?” Hyde asks. He notices that Dimitri is close. His cock is wet at the tip, so Hyde makes sure to run his hand over it so he can smear it around well.
“You, Hyde.” Dimitri says his name like it’s a fantasy. It leaves his mouth parted, and saliva glistens on his lower lip.
“You’re drooling again.” An exaggeration, Hyde knows. His thumb finds the underside of his cock, pressing right under the head before running an index finger over the slit at the tip. He leans in to lick at Dimitri’s lips.
“I am—not,” Dimitri chokes out. But he’s almost there, almost there—
“Only a little bit, you are.”
Dimitri doesn’t hear it. “Hyde, this is perfect. You are perfect,” he says.
“Mm-hm,” Hyde hums.
Dimitri inhales quickly through his nose and tenses. He releases into Hyde’s hand with a set of noises—half gasps and a moan—and buries his face into Hyde’s neck. Hyde has to position his palm in a way that stops the release from getting everywhere. He’s somewhat aware he does a good job at that.
Afterwards, Hyde tries to collect as much come as possible and keep it scooped up in his hand since it would be a shame to ruin such an exquisite outfit. There’s an afterthought about tasting it, but truly, he’d much rather leave that to the part of himself that likes to get dirty in the bedroom only.
Dimitri sighs in satisfaction. He’s relaxing slowly and basking in the afterglow. He doesn’t bother hiding his red eyes or fangs. Dazed, he looks at Hyde longingly and opens his mouth to talk, “Hyde—”
“Get off,” Hyde tells him, ignoring the throb between his legs and holding up his still cupped hand. It feels a little ridiculous, so before Dimitri gets any ideas, he’ll have to do something about it.
Dimitri gives him a smug smirk. “No.” He stops Hyde from getting up and brings his hand to Hyde’s vest.
Hyde mimics a throat clearing sound. “Dimitri.”
Dimitri starts unbuttoning Hyde’s vest with very little regard to the warnings. He’s already kneeling on the floor before Hyde can say another word and mouthing his cock through the fabric, tasting the very obvious damp spot on his underwear.
“Dimitri, I’ll have you know that I have my hand full of your—”
Dimitri gets him into his mouth and Hyde moans softly. “Ha-nhh.” Hyde’s hand squeezes shut and—and now his whole hand is dirty.
When Dimitri sucks and strokes him, Hyde leans his head against the backrest. His sleeved hand comes to automatically support Dimitri’s head. Those fingertips dig into Dimitri’s hair, messing it up completely together with the winged hairpiece. It’s too good.
The reaction is a lot louder than Hyde intends it to be, and when Dimitri runs his tongue along the full length of his underside, a very uncontrolled, high pitched moan comes out of Hyde’s mouth. It’s a nasal sound and it embarrasses Hyde, especially when he knows Dimitri is doing it on purpose.
Hyde doesn’t want him to stop, but they’re still in their dressing room! Anyone could walk in from the door and see Dimitri kneeling on the floor between his legs and Hyde panting on the couch with a hand full of come. It’s ridiculous and incredibly hot at the same time. How would they react if they knew? Would they stop at the door in shock and keep watching? Would Dimitri still keep going? Would Dimitri make sure to make him come whilst being seen—
“Ah,” Hyde moans again, “Ah, Dimitri, please—” He doesn’t even know why he’s feeling so sensitive. He doesn’t understand why he’s so fixated on the doorway either, just looking at the shadows passing by in the corridor, dark shapes moving back and forth every now and then.
Dimitri blows him like he’s seventeen again, rushed and messy and with zero sense of shame, but with the difference of someone who knows Hyde thoroughly, and all of the details of his body and his preferences. Feeding has that effect on them.
It’s futile to hold back. Hyde arches his back and tugs on Dimitri's hair. He wants to go deeper, to be pleased until he can't think straight, and then he gets over the edge when the pleasure rises too fast and overflows. It’s quick—the definition of white-hot—which hasn’t happened to Hyde in a while. It’s paralyzing, the sweetness of it enhanced by Dimitri’s cheeks and tongue. Hyde comes into Dimitri’s mouth with a set of held back gasps, fist tightening so much that Dimitri’s come dribbles out from between his fingers. It’s disgusting, but his brain does a good job of making him think it’s not. Maybe it gets on the couch, maybe it doesn’t.
But Hyde is breathing with his head leaned back now and the quietness inside his head is all he cares about. “You have to do something about that mouth of yours,” he mumbles, “and hide your teeth. Re-do that lip makeup. Everyone at the fanmeet is going to notice.” He would love nothing more than to keep going, but he'll have to be the sensible one this time.
“It’s not like they don’t assume that of us already,” Dimitri points out cheerfully as he stands up to clean up. “Perhaps I am simply giving them what they want,” he says and smiles, not bothering to hide his fangs yet. “The lambs love it, and who am I refuse them what they want?”
“I will have to teach you some shame sometime,” Hyde says, getting up and finally having the energy to fix his clothes, “just wait until we get back to the hotel.”
Dimitri walks up to him from behind. “This humble one will be eager to learn,” he whispers and gives Hyde his trusted package of cotton pads.