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“Are you sure about this?”
They’ve talk about this for awhile now, but Ryan still can’t help but be worried. This… thing they’ve had going on between them has lasted awhile, but he’s not so sure Dylan won’t turn tail and run and the second he finally bites him. Or worse, take a stake and run it through him.
Neither are ideal. Ryan rather likes Dylan, and he really likes not be staked.
“I’m sure. Promise.” Dylan slaps the side of his neck again. “Go ahead, get freaky. I’ve always kinda like biting.”
“Not the same thing.” Ryan cups his lover’s chin, turning his head to expose the long, unmarked skin. He feels his fangs tingle at the sight.
“Is too.” The brunet settles more onto his lap, arms going lazily around his neck. “Now fucking bite me already.”
Ryan leans in for a barely-there kiss, smiling at the whine he receives, and finally leans in to give his neck the same treatment. He lets his hand run underneath Dylan’s shirt, feeling up the warm skin. Then, timing it with a shaking breath coming from his lover’s throat, he bites down.
A startled gasp brushes past his ear, but all Ryan can focus on in this very moment is the sensation of blood sliding down his throat. It’s intoxicating, even more so than usual because this isn’t some poor sap in an alleyway, this is his boyfriend. His boyfriend who is rutting against his chest, fingers tangled tightly into Ryan’s hair.
“Ry.. Oh shit. That feels… Mh…” Dylan isn’t pushing him away, instead choosing to pull him in closer. “Touch me..”
Ryan wraps his hand around the other’s dick, feeling him jump again. He’s not drinking anymore as much as he’s just leaving his fangs sunk into the skin.
He can’t remember what it’s like to be bitten- It was too long ago and vampires don’t normally go around biting each other- but the way Dylan is acting, Ryan assumes it’s one of the best feelings in existence.
He pulls away, letting his lips linger on the wound as he begins to pump the hardened flesh in his hand. Ryan listens to the wonderful sounds leaving his lover’s lips and wonders why it took him so long to agree to this.
“Again.” Dylan gasps. “Do it again. Please.”
How can he deny such desperate words?
Ryan grabs his own shirt and tosses it behind him before pulling the other’s shirt away as well. He tosses Dylan onto the bed, crawling over him and sinking his teeth into the inviting flesh of his lover’s collarbone.
He continues to leave bites all over every inch of exposed skin, all the while grinding into the body below him desperately. Dylan is absolutely wrecked, gasps and pleas mixed with Ryan’s name the only thing able to leave his lips.
Ryan finally pulls himself away from the other and takes in the sight before him. Dylan is sprawled out, hands above his head. He’s covered in bite marks and something about it fills Ryan with a dark possession.
Dylan is his. His lover, his body.
His food.
The thought drives him to pull a leg up onto his shoulder and sink his teeth into it. At the same time, he shoves two fingers into his boyfriend, reveling in the cry of pleasure the act receives.
He takes a deep drink, and Dylan shouts.
“Fuck me! Please, please, holy shit please! I can’t take it!”
The cry makes him jam his fingers in again, the pad of his index finger brushing against that spot he knew all too well. Dylan wails, too lost in the pleasure to do anything else.
“I think you can take it.” Ryan’s voice comes out gravelly and barely-human sounding. “You’ll take whatever I give you, because you’re my good boy. Aren’t you?”
Dylan cries out at another jab against his prostate, nodding enthusiastically.
“Say it!” Ryan snarls, half crazed on the taste of blood and the sight before him. He’s been alive for so long, but nothing will ever beat the sight of the boy he loves covered in bite marks and his own blood.
“I’m your good boy!” Dylan throws his head back, showing off that long neck that’s now covered in bleeding wounds. “I’m yours! Whatever you want!”
Whatever he wants?
Ryan leans back, pulling his fingers from the other. He pulls off his pants and in one thrust, slides into Dylan to the hilt.
It’s rough- he gives his lover no time to adjust before Ryan is fucking him in earnest. Dylan cums immediately, but he doesn’t stop. He presses the brunet into the mattress with his full body weight, one hand gripping at the leg on his shoulder while the other wraps loosely around that slender neck.
Ryan squeezes his throat on every other thrust until, making sure that Dylan is getting the maximum amount of pleasure. It works, because the brunet cums again and the screams turn into choked-out noises that have nothing to do with the hand at his throat.
“One more.” Ryan challenges him. Dylan shakes his head, but Ryan ignores the pleading stare in his eyes as he takes the others spent dick and starts pumping it.
Despite Dylan’s protest, his cock hardens for the third time in the right grip of Ryan’s hand, who gives Dylan a toothy smile. “Good boy. I think you deserve a treat.”
He angles the thrust of his hips just so and striking his prostate head on. Dylan just cries out, overstimulated beyond words, and then he’s cumming.
Ryan pulls out, and in one or two strokes of his own hand cums onto Dylan’s chest, adding to the large mess already on it.
Ryan blinks, the craze leaving his mind quickly as he realizes that Dylan isn’t moving.
“Dylan?” He leans forward, placing his head against his boyfriend’s chest. It’s there, and it’s steady. He probably just passed out. Ryan gives a relieved sigh and stands up the retrieve something to wipe both of them down with.
By the time they’re clean, Dylan is waking up. He blinks up groggily at him.
“What happened?” His voice is dry, prompting Ryan to make him take a few sips of the water bottle he had snagged from the kitchen.
“You passed out.”
Dylan smirks. “That good, eh?”
Ryan shakes his head with a smile and slides into bed, wrapping his arms around his boyfriend’s waist.
“Guess so.”