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“So why isn’t John joining us again?” Chris asked.
“He’s uh, not feeling well,” Jaren said.
“Sure, sure, whatever you say, let’s play this prop hunt game,” Matt commented, resulting in a roll of Jaren’s eyes. He had all the good reason to lie.
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Jaren knocked on the door to John’s bedroom.
“It’s unlocked,” John called from his bed.
Jaren twisted the doorknob and opened the door, closing it behind him. The covers on the bed are in the shape of a large bump. He sat on the edge of the bed, pulling them off John, who grumbled in protest.
“You’ve been holed up in here for two days. What’s the matter? You look super pale.” Jaren said, resting the back of his hand against John’s forehead. Not like it made a difference, the man always felt cold.
“I ran out of blood bags and forgot to get more…” John said, his voice becoming quieter at the end out of embarrassment for being a grown man and forgetting to restock his food source.
Jaren hesitated to respond, continuously opening and closing his mouth, looking like a dumbass in front of his best friend before finally taking in a deep breath and blurting it out.
“Why don’t you just drink my blood?”
John sat up from his bed.
“I can’t. I go overboard. The last time I tried drinking blood, it did not go well.”
“I could be different. Don’t humans react differently to that stuff?”
John thought about it before sighing.
“Well, yeah, but-“
“Come on John, let’s give it a try. You have that weird thing with your saliva so it won’t hurt.”
The man sat there in silence. His mouth watered, imagining biting into that pale flesh of his best friend’s neck and watching the blood rush out. John cleared his throat and looked at Jaren.
“Fine, but don’t let me get carried away.”
“Sure thing Johnny boy, I’ll make sure.”
“I mean it, Jaren.”
Jaren rolled his eyes and waved him off before scooting closer to him. The older man grabbed his younger counterpart and pulled him into his lap facing him. Jaren made a noise of surprise. He wasn’t expecting it to be this handsy. John gently gripped Jaren’s brown hair and tilted his head back, using his other hand to tug down the collar of his shirt, exposing his neck.
John parted his lip, his small, pointy canines extending, becoming longer for better penetration. Jaren’s heartbeat quickened as John lowered his head towards his neck, his hot breath hitting his skin, letting him know he was just inches away. Jaren couldn’t help but grip the sheets below him, his stomach churning from feeling anxious.
John stuck out his tongue, dragging it up Jaren’s neck, coating it with his saliva. Jaren’s eyes fluttered shut, a quiet shaky breath leaving his lips. The tongue was soon replaced with two sharp points at his neck that immediately plunged into the side of his throat. His eyes shot open and he could feel his skin rip along with a stinging sensation afterward.
“John- it hurts…” Jaren moaned out in pain, arching his back, and pushing his body into John’s. John in response pressed himself as close as he could to Jaren, sucking at the warm red liquid that seeped out, some trickling down his friend’s neck, staining the collar of his shirt, and dripping onto John’s bed. His saliva mixed in with the seeping blood, which would ease the pain for his best friend.
Jaren’s grip on the sheets loosened as the stinging went away and his hands found their way to John’s shirt, holding onto the bottom of it. It began to feel good for some reason. It must have been that thing in John’s saliva. Jaren’s face began to feel flushed and his body felt hot.
John pulled away, lips stained red, and his grip was somehow tighter on Jaren’s hair. He stared at the man below him, noticing his red face and the aversion eyes.
He wanted more.
This is exactly what he warned Jaren about.
John let go of Jaren, letting him land on his back on the bed, grabbing underneath his friend’s thighs and parting his legs. What a perfect day for Jaren to wear shorts and how perfect it was that the shorts rose up on their own from all the movement. John got comfortable in between Jaren’s legs, his face right against Jaren’s inner thigh and his arm hooked underneath his leg to hold it there. Jaren sat up a bit, seeing John nestled between his thighs.
“Wait, what are you-“
An unexpected moan left Jaren’s throat as John sank his teeth into his thigh. It didn’t hurt this time. Instead, it felt pleasurable. Strings of small moans continued to fill the room until John was finished with his thigh and sat up.
“No.. no more…” Jaren panted, his legs twitching after that interaction. Drinking blood was too erotic.
“Hard.”
“What?”
“You're hard,” John said, staring at the prominent dick print in Jaren’s shorts.
Jaren went to cover himself out of embarrassment, but John grabbed his wrists.
“You helped me, so why don’t I return the favor?”
“W… wait! You don’t have to do that!”
John positioned himself once more in between Jaren’s thighs, this time his face right at his crotch. He kissed the clothed dick before grabbing the hem of the brunette’s shorts and pulling them down. He kissed and sucked the tip through Jaren’s boxers, making him let out a loud moan. John grabbed the hem of Jaren’s boxers and pulled them down, watching his dick pop out, already leaking precum.
“You must’ve been excited for a while,” John commented.
“Shut up…”
“Guess you misunderstood the ‘thing’ with my saliva.”
John let out a small chuckle and began to gently stroke Jaren’s twitching dick, listening to the other struggle to keep the moans in. The brunette wasn’t satisfied not being able to hear his best friend’s moans and gradually picked up the speed of his stroking and eventually began playing with the head of Jaren’s dick instead.
Jaren thrust his hips at the sensitive feeling of John playing with his head. At this point, he could not keep his moans concealed and prayed the neighbors couldn’t hear.
“John- please, I think I’m-“
John stuck out his tongue and glided the wet muscle over Jaren’s tip, collecting the precum in his mouth before engulfing the head of his dick and slowly going down inch by inch until his nose reached the trimmed pubic area.
It was wet and hot in John’s mouth and Jaren felt like he could cum any minute now. John began to lift his head and push back down, deepthroating his friend. He glanced up after feeling tugs at his brown hair and Jaren crying out that he was about cum with his face beet red, eyes half-lidded, and his parted lips that were letting out continuous moans. John quickened the pace, rubbing his tongue against the base and over the tip when he pulled back far enough.
Jaren roughly gripped his hair.
“Wait~ no, I'm gonna-“
In a sudden movement, Jaren pushed John’s head down, his cum releasing down his friend’s throat. John relaxed his throat more, swallowing the liquid. He pulled back and sat up, rubbing circles on Jaren’s inner thigh as he laid out of breath, dick laying against his lower abdomen, twitching now and then from his release.
Jaren sat up after a few minutes and tucked himself back into his shorts, face still hot. He couldn’t look at John without thinking about the events that occurred. His gazing eyes fixated on the large bulge in John’s pants and cleared his throat.
“You’re also hard…”
John smirked and grabbed Jaren’s chin, pulling his face close to his, and ran his tongue over his lips.
“It’ll be your turn next time, that is, if you’ll continue to let me drink your blood.”
“Next time then,” Jaren said in agreement, softly biting his lip.