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He is falling asleep when he feels Armand's lips close around his right nipple. He jolts awake, hand already coming up to Armand's hair as his maker rubs his nipple with his lips, suckling and nibbling at the padding of his chest.
"You didn't get enough attention already today?" Daniel huffs. He twists his fingers into Armand's hair and tugs. Armand's teeth tease at the damp skin, his fangs pressing without piercing. With another lick, he lets go and peers up at Daniel, resting his bony chin on his chest. His slender fingers caress the sensitive nipple he's just ravaged.
"I was thinking about how you used to love your tits played with and I couldn't resist. Do you remember when we were in Brighton?” Daniel's dick twitches at the memory. His nipples, freshly pierced, rubbing against the material of his shirt. The pitch black pebble beach littered with campfires. Armand shoving his shirt up to his armpits so he could play with the pink, tender nipples. He'd healed the piercings with tiny dabs of his own blood then sat Daniel down so he could sit on his lap and play with the new jewellery, whispering delicious evil things in his ear as he ground his own erection against Daniel's. Daniel came in his pants like a teenager.
Daniel tightens his hold on Armand's bare shoulders. “Do you think it would work on a vampire?”
Armand's face twists into a predatory smile. “Let's find out.”
It takes a couple of days for the supplies, summoned by Armand's ever present iPad, to arrive. Sterile latex gloves, alcohol wipes, sterile equipment, multiple choices of bows with different decorations.
“I'm pretty sure we won't need all this” Daniel says as he takes in another package. “A drop of blood from you and I'll be all healed up.”
Armand looks up from his Lego creation - an amalgamation of multiple sets to create a giant castle slash skyscraper which is taking over the dining table - and blinks sleepy eyes at him. He is wearing one of Daniel's t-shirts and the collar slips down his shoulder clumsily. He shuffles back on his chair, unhinging his bones out of the hunch he was in from focusing on his legs and pulls Daniel over onto his lap, taking his weight easily. He holds him with one arm around his waist and the other around his legs. Daniel rests his head on Armand's limbs and smiles. He loves this. Being held by his lover feels like being cherished. He knows their relative size difference means they probably look ridiculous like this but he can't bring himself to care. Something Daniel loves about their relationship is how easy it is to switch between being the nurturer and the nurtured. He's never found being cared for so easy nor wanted to care for someone so completely.
“Just because you are less fragile now doesn't mean I don't want to be careful.' Armand tells him. 'My precious boy.' He smiles and Daniel can't help but kiss him.
Daniel doesn't push. He recognises that Armand has a vision for how he wants the scene to go so he waits patiently for him to initiate it. In the meantime he is more than content to continue with the more vanilla sex - if vampire sex with his vampire lover could ever be considered vanilla. But it's nice. They have sex with more passion than either of his marriages combined. Daniel wonders if it's blood lust as well as boring old hormones but Armand assures him: “It's not lust. It's love you are feeling. Magnified by one thousand by your vampirism.”
“That's why you used to be such a creep, then? All these feelings and nowhere to put them?”
“Used to be? Yesterday you called me a creepy little bitch.”
“That's because I stood on your tiny lego man and it hurt like crazy. I can't believe vampires aren't immune to lego pain. It's not fair.”
It's two weeks from their initial conversation when Armand asks him to take off his shirt and go to the bedroom. He feels how before so his nipples are pebbled against the cool night air. Armand manhandles him into place sitting on the edge of the bed. He brushes the curls from Daniel's forehead and kisses him sweetly on the mouth.
“Are you going to be a good boy?” he asks, looking straight into his eyes.
“Yes, boss.” Daniel whispers it, scared being too loud will burst the moment. Armand kisses him again, tipping up his chin with delicate fingers. Daniel itches to hold him but he knows that it's not part of the game.
“Safeword?”
“Castro Street.”
“Good. Now, you are going to lie back and be very still for me. You can make as much noise as you want, but no words."
Daniel does as he's told, going floppy as Armand manipulates his arms so his hands are above his head. "Keep them there." Armand tells him.
Not being able to touch is almost like a punishment.
Armand takes his time getting ready. Next to Daniel he places a surgical tray loaded with supplies.
"Don't look." Armand chides and slaps his cheek. It doesn't hurt but Daniel snaps his head back to the front, face heating.
"Sorry boss."
It feels like hours before Armand finally gets Daniel's cock out. It has been aching since he took his shirt off. Armand is still fully dressed as he sometimes likes to be while domming.
'I'm going to suck you off now, my love, but you are not to come.'
He doesn't answer. He's not meant to answer.
He groans when Armand starts on his cock. It's evil, the pace he goes at. Small, gentle licks around the head, barely there whispers of tongue against his balls. He knows all of Daniel's weak spots and plays with them all.
Daniel is leaking bloody precum by the time Armand takes him in all the way. Daniel cries out. He starts to say Armand's name but chokes it off into a groan.
Yes yes oh fuck I fucking love you, he shouts in his head.
Armand hollows his cheeks and sucks, and Daniel almost cums. He sobs, his thighs tremble as he holds himself back.
Armand lets him go and crawls up his body. He kisses Daniel's tears away and touches a gentle finger over his nipple.
“Are you ready my love? You may talk now.”
“Yes, boss. Please, please give it to me.”
Another kiss, Daniel chasing Armand's mouth as he pulls away.
Armand sits on Daniel's cock, trapping it under his clothed ass. He is cruel and gives him just enough friction but not enough. Daniel’s arms ache from holding them so still.
First, Armand uses the scissor clamps, starting on the right nipple. The cold harsh pinch makes him yell out and twitch his hips. Armand stays patient and strokes up down his chest until he's still and calm again.
“Good boy.” He mutters and pulls on the clamps slightly, checking the tight hold. At the same time he grinds his ass down on Daniel’s erection. Daniel closes his eyes when he feels the rubber fingertips holding him steady. He fights to keep still as he feels the thick needle pierce him. He’s pretty sure he is shaking but his sensory world has narrowed down to the needle in his Naples and the gentle heavy presence of Armand above him. Armand slides a barbell inside the needle and releases it, unhooking the clamps before he twists on the catch.
It’s done. Daniel is definitely shaking- from his toes to his fingertips.
He hears the gloves twang as Armand takes them off and flings them away. His eyes are still screwed shut as though he’s afraid opening them will send him careening off the cliff edge he’s balanced on.
“Come back to me, love.” Armand whispers, his hands mapping Daniel’s ribs and massaging the tight muscles there. “You were so good for me, so perfect. Open your eyes for me, darling.”
Armand helps to ease him back to reality. He getly takes his hands and brings them to his lips, kissing each palm reverently. When Daniel opens his eyes he sees that Armand is smiling, eyes full of reverence as he watches his lover.
“What about the other one?” Daniel croaks. Armand releases his hands and leans forward, braced on his forearms with his mouth hovering over Daniel’s.
“That’s enough for one night. Are you ready for your reward?” He shifts his hips minutely, the seam of his crotch teases Daniel’s sore cock.
Daniel nods furiously. “Yes Boss.”
“I’m going to play with your pretty nipples and you’re going to get yourself off. No hands, just rubbing up against me. Understood?”
Daniel gasps out another yes but it’s swallowed by Armand’s mouth and tounge dominating his own. Armand breaks away and sits back up. He pricks hos thumb on his fang and pushes a few beads of blood out, using his reddened fingers to pinch the new piercing.
The howl Daniel lets out is animal. He grabs onto Armand’s hips, nails piercing through the fine fabric, and anchors himself to the bed before humping Armand’s ass like a dog.
“Look at these gorgeous tits, Daniel. You’ve always had the prettiest nipples. They’re like a girl’s, all pink and round.” He grabs a handful of the flesh of Daniel’s chest and shakes it. “So beautiful. I think I like your tits even more now that you’ve got some meat on them. You’ve always been stunning but ring able to grab them like this is spectacular.”
Tears leak from Daniel’s eyes as he tries to chase release. The slide of his wet cock isn’t quite enough.
But then Armand takes his newly pierced nipple into his mouth and bites down. The bite is gentle but it seizes ahold of each one of Daniel’s muscles and pulls his orgasm from the soles of his feet. He sobs as he comes, gasping lungfuls of air he doesn’t even really need anymore.
Armand holds him close as he comes down from the high. He wraps Daniel in the fleece blanket they keep on hand for moments like this. He presses warm kisses all over his face and hair, wiping away the overwhelmed tears that leak without Daniel noticing.
When Daniel can think again he realises that his nipple really doesn’t sting as much as he expected. In his memories of Brighton Beach the pain had been an exquisite flayed nerve leading from each nipple to his cock.
“The vampire healing really took the sting out of it.” He muses, voice scratchy from all the crying. Armand looks down at Daniel’s chest and gently probes at the tender skin, still stained with a mix of Armand and Daniel’s blood.
“I’m sure I can think of something to make it more painful… a thicker gague bar, maybe?”
“No way, babe. If you want to experiment you’ll have to do it on yourself.”
“That won’t be as fun though. You’re so much more sensitive in the chest area than i am.”
“You were calling my ‘chest area’ gorgeous tits five minutes ago. Let’s go back to that instead of plotting how to destroy my nipples.”
A devilish smile overtakes Armand’s face, momentarily stunning Daniel as he gazes at his love. “But you love me when I’m plotting.” He teases, swooping in to kiss the exasperation away from Daniel’s thoughts, leaving space for only the insistent assertion that fuck, he loves this little freak.