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The hall of the church long cooled down with the surrounding natural chill of such a place. The people long asleep in the late hours of Sunday's eve. The prayer's echo long dead and hushed by the walls absorbing all of them. Only one prayer remains. Only one quietly resonates in the damp silence…
"Our Father who art in heaven-" sounds a raspy voice. Worked up from the way the man's throat tightened around those words. Around his own breath. The man's trembling hand is clutching the silver cross still neatly nested on a leather cord wrapped around his delicate neck pale in the moonlight which seeps through the windows and illuminates the whole room. The man lost his voice to a stifled whimper escaping his lips as the desk under him creaks softly under the abrupt shift of a forceful push into the lacquered wood. Such creak was followed by wet slick sound from the way the place where they joined became a sloppier and sloppier mess of pure obscenity and sinful greed clouding both of their minds. The priest got pushed into the desk again, gasping around the sensation, nails digging deeper into the wood in an attempt to support himself.
"- hallowed be thy name…" he pants, trying to finish a prayer he so desperately clings onto as if it was the only anchor still sustaining his own sanity. The only thing so familiar to him he might make it out of there alive. His eyes squeezed shut, taking deep breaths to concentrate and relax around the way his body is currently stretched in a measure he never in his short life imagined he ever could be. A thrill washed over his nerves combined with a jolt of burning pain and something else he is not able to name. He feels the man inside of him pull back again only to push back in right after. Again and again. One slick glide in, one out. Stimulating him in a way nothing ever did. This unfamiliar feeling is so unnerving to explore and so alluring to not give in.
His eyes go unfocused when he opens them, vision hazy around the corners when he tries to focus on the bestial hunger in other man's gaze. Sweat beading on his flushed skin dampening his dark curls which stick to his temples and his forehead. For a chilling room he was feeling hot. Like really hot from the scorching proximity of their bodies which move fluidly in an unsang choir dictating a rhythm.
A grunt cuts through the wet silence as the man currently drawing inside him slides his hand from the priest's unbelievably snatched waist and grabs his buttcheek to pull him closer. The leg he's been supporting this whole time gets pinned higher locking on the man's shoulder which gets him even deeper into the incredibly hot wetness of the priest's walls.
"-thy kingdom come-ah!"
The priest tries again but gets cut off by the sudden shift of the angle which now hits the most sensitive part of his insides dead on. He swears he might be close to God at this point as his vision gets all blurry and white for a second. As if he saw a divine light sparing him in his search for salvation. But none of that was true. No God or angel could ever compare to the feeling he is currently experiencing. The oh-so forbidden fruit quenching his parched throat in the most satisfying way, the seeping dew caressing his mouth and making his tastebuds dance, his tongue numb. The sweet ambrosia making his head dizzy and his body pliant.
"Are you seriously still trying to cling on to a prayer at the same time you cling on me?"
A low husky voice pierces through the swarm on the priest's thoughts. His honey-lidded eyes find the cold steel now blazing with equally golden sparks. A soft growl is rumbling in the man's throat with each thrust. The man leans closer to the priest, hot breath caressing his ear and sending shivers through his body.
"You are already beyond saving. Your so pristine past is tainted by blood."
He glances down at the priest's hand still holding onto the cross on his neck. His wrist dyed in dried crimson from two small but deep wounds still stinging with pain. The man shifts his attention to the exposed neck. His delicate pale skin hides a quiver of life. He traces the column of the priest's neck from collarbone up, his nose and lips tickling the senses. The priest is slightly jolted by the soft hum of the man pressing his face on his neck, breathing in his intoxicating scent and the saltiness of his sweat. White strands of the man's soft hair tickle his cheek as if it was trying to soothe what was about to come next. The pace of each thrust gradually slows down till it's only one teasing push after the other, driving the priest mad with the merciless torment of each half-way thrust deep inside him, getting out of the most sensitive spot's reach which so desperately begs to be touched again.
"Hell is too cold, Cheng Xiaoshi. I'm taking you to the grave with me."
He smirks against the priest's skin flashing his sharp canines in the blue hue of the moonlight and in the next second sinks them to his neck where the pulse quivers the fastest.
"AH!" Cheng Xiaoshi's hand releases the cross, nails digging into his own thigh in an attempt to focus on something else but the way the bite and the utter blasphemy of this act makes him feel. The thrusts become full again, picking up speed as the priest's pulse sends new and new portions of fresh hot blood into the man's mouth. A satisfied hum vibrates through Cheng Xiaoshi's already weakened body from the pleasure and from the blood loss where the suction makes him feel light headed from both. He tilts his head with a sigh.
"Do vampires even go to hell?"
He whispers, letting another soft sound escape his lips from the way this vampire's cock rubs against the priest's sensitive walls which are squeezing and relaxing around him, attempting to suck him deeper into the hilt to satisfy his sinful urges.
"Not sure." The vampire withdraws for a moment to look into Cheng Xiaoshi's face. His pale cheeks are now dyed in the feast the neck offered to him, the smell of iron hitting Cheng Xiaoshi's nose from how close he is. The vampire's eyes are dark, so lustful and predatory.
"Don't any of your smart books say anything about this?" He deadpans and pushes his shaft farther with another taunting drag followed by an audible squelch echoing subtly through the spacious room. That pushes air out of Cheng Xiaoshi's lungs. He can feel the side of his neck is getting damp by the red streaks of cooling blood before the vampire bends back down to suck some more of it and licks the wounds clean. Cheng Xiaoshi blissfully sighs at the sensation, combing some of the white hair and pressing him closer.
"None of what I know.."
"We will see when it happens." The vampire murmurs and straightens his spine to look at the priest beneath him - cheeks flushed in deep hues of pink, eyes watery and hazy, lips parted and gleamy with saliva coaxing them. The vampire lingers on the sight for a few more seconds - on the expression this man has. So soft and so pitiful. So achingly beautiful.. the way his eyebrows curl up as the arousal and shame is overcoming his mind. The way his head tipped back to meet the cold gaze. A prey locking eyes with the hunter with a plea to spare its pathetic life. The vampire couldn't care less about the life of a mere human. But this one… there is something about him that makes him want to keep this particular human alive for a bit longer. Maybe even leave him to grow old. Who's to say.
His pace becomes more impatient, more persistent. He never dared engaging in any sexual activity but oh this priest was indeed worth the dare. He has never felt more alive. He was so tight and the substance he suggested to use for better entry was also so worth it. The slide of his cock is so smooth and it nests so nicely inside Cheng Xiaoshi as if his walls were made for him. As if his cock was always supposed to sheathe inside this perfectly. Cheng Xiaoshi under him was panting. Gasping at the way his tip rubbed against that sensitive spot. He even clumsily raised his hips to meet the thrusts and take him even deeper. As deep as he can go.
"Ah… holy Jesus.. m-mister-ah! Please…I.. I.. m-"
"It's Lu Guang."
"Lu Guang-!"
He pants. Finally learning this vampire's name. The grip on his thigh tightens and the wounds there sting in protest. Skin breaking anew he can feel a new weak stream of blood sliding down his wrist and smearing over the soft skin of his thigh. Realizing this he loosens his grip and turns his palm to check. Lu Guang slows down for a moment, delaying Cheng Xiaoshi's build up a bit. His long slender fingers wrap themselves around the bloodied wrist, sliding lower and bringing the injured hand to his face. Eyes locking again with the dewy honey of the priest's and with a sly smirk he brings the wrist to his face and slowly drags his tongue from the bottom up, releasing the wrist which stays in place as if frozen, Cheng Xiaoshi's brain making short circuits from the sensation.
"Th-thy kingdom come," he starts again in a half hushed shaky voice, "thy will be.. done on earth as it is in-ah!"
Lu Guang clicks his tongue and draws into him even faster, so he can finally stop. So he can think no more.
"As it is in.. in heav-en-! Oh Lord…." He fumbled over his words again, biting his lips to muffle another moan threatening to slip. He is trying to fight it. Deny any wave of pleasure and lust he feels. The need for more maddening his judgment. But it feels so good. The burning sensation of the stretch is so pleasing despite the pain and the lewd sounds are so obscene yet he found himself liking the way it resonates around them. The ragged breaths mingling together, the heat spooling around them, the desire for more, the tension tightening his muscles more and more…
Oh God he is close.
He has never had sex. Never touched himself either. But his instinct was telling him that this is it. It is happening.
Originally, his penis was purely for one purpose only and nothing more. That was saved for his future wife and their wedding night.
Well, all his hopes and dreams are flushed away with one little overstep just because he feared for his life at that moment and made an impulsive decision - to let this vampire taste his blood. Who would've thought it would do something to him… who would have thought the vampire would not stop there and kiss him. Who would have thought… that he will allow it. And let him have his way however he pleases.
So filthy.
So shameful.
How could he ever let this happen? What about the years he dedicated to this religion. Day after day he carefully picked a stone to build a more and more stable set of steps he climbed on to reach his ultimate goal - to spread the Lord's word and bless those in need. Help those in poverty with his own church since Christians in general were always so selfish. But not him. He saw the light and was determined to share it with everyone. To make this world a better place…
Now he is as good as dead. His reputation shattered. His dignity long lost. His innocence stolen by this night… and he doesn't feel an inch of regret. There are other inches he found way more entertaining….
"Gi-give us this day… our dai-lybread-oh..!"
Cheng Xiaoshi's back arch under a new wave of intense pleasure making his body tremble, weakening his limbs which hold in place from sheer willpower. He grits his teeth, swallowing one gasp after another.
"ngh-!" he can feel the warm trail of tears being shed as his nerves get worked up into an overdrive.
Lu Guang lets out a groan as he reaches down to push Cheng Xiaoshi more to the wooden desk, changing the angle again, still holding his leg and now drawing into him more from the side which gave Cheng Xiaoshi a whole new sensation to work over.
"Ah!.. Ah! L-Lu Guang… mnngh-!"
Cheng Xiaoshi drops to his side with an audible thunk . His hands slamming into the desk in an attempt to catch himself and prop himself up, so he can take Lu Guang's cock more easily. He takes one shaky breath, then another, hissing softly at the burn which is now even more intense. His shoulder screams in uncomfortable pain from the twisting pressure of his weight but he can’t do much about it. His other arm is more loosely framing his abdomen, his nails digging into the lacquered wood again.
"And.. forg-ive.. our tresspa-ah! Our trespass-!"
He manages with each huff of his breath getting pushed out with more and more urgent pulse of Lu Guang's hips. This was all his remaining strength in his voice was able to get out. Unfinished prayer and a plea in his eyes weeping from the shuddering arousal he feels from all this. His own cock twitches, leaking since what he can remember - maybe it was always damp with this slick clear fluid, he didn't notice but he can imagine how pathetic he must look. Not only because of how his body keeps betraying him as his mind follows or how messy and sloppy he gets with each new angle he gets overstimulated with. All he can do is sob. Drool for all he cares as the force of the other man's body trashes him around with no resistance from his side.
He can only feel how the nerves in his walls burn in prickling waves of glee settling down in his abdomen and making his cock pent up with more and more pressure ready to burst at any moment. Lu Guang can tell too. The priest's insides are squeezing his cock rhythmically and the way Cheng Xiaoshi's body jerks up every now and then is enough to determine he is almost tipped over to reach the climax. That makes Lu Guang fuck him even harder. Faster. Rubbing those walls so intensively, Cheng Xiaoshi's mind can't keep up. The priest is still trying to mouth out the rest of the prayer but it's no use. All he can manage is a strangled whimper, face burying into his sleeve as he is trying to push back to each thrust in regained urgency and need for more, groaning to the movement every few pulses of their hips.
He can feel it won't take too long for him to tip over, to finally get a reward for this exhausting chase for release. The seemingly neverending torment is finally coming to an end. His cock twitches violently, letting out another drop of clear fluid, his lips letting out another bleating moan. He is like a lamb on the brink. A fragile prey drawing its last breath before the ensured demise.
"Lu Gua-ah..!" Cheng Xiaoshi's voice regains some force in the delivery, turning his head to look at the panting vampire whose eyes are so dark he swears he could drown in them. A lustful void ready to swallow him whole. The slick sounds are getting more audible, a slap of skin on skin stroking Cheng Xiaoshi's shaft with new jolts of arousal. Lu Guang's face is twisted in both, the urge to actually devour him, feast on his enticing blood and to mark his flushed skin and in his own glee spreading through his body. This new experience in his long and grey-scaled life gives it a new pulse. New purpose. A carnal desire to claim might've found a new way to get quenched to its fullness. This human was an unmarked territory. A new flesh ready to get exploited. But even despite his primal instinct there is something warm settling in his chest he never truly found a correct word for since it happened very rarely, if ever.
"Oh.." Cheng Xiaoshi chirps, his eyes slipping shut with new droplets of tears dampening his cheeks.
"Oh Lord…" he breathes out. A whisper so soft and so gentle and shaky it might break.
"Have mercy…" he weeps quietly, feeling how his nerves are tackled to the point his cock is screaming for the last push that will do it. So pent up and hard it hurts. Cheng Xiaoshi was not sure how long he could take it.
Luckily for him he didn't have to wait too long as those pleading words went straight to Lu Guang's cock which throbbed inside his walls so intensively it jolted Cheng Xiaoshi's body but still didn't truly get him there. The vampire let out a low moan from the surge of his own pleasure overcoming him. His hips snapping still, savoring every slide in and out, every lewd sound Cheng Xiaoshi or his entrance makes….
He bends down, so he can get closer to his face, a hot unsteady breath teasing Cheng Xiaoshi's flushed ear which sends shivers down his spine.
"I know no mercy.."
A shaky low growl resonates through Cheng Xiaoshi's body in such an overwhelming tremor his muscles went rigid for a moment and with another pathetic whimper breaking into a moan and last twitch of his shaft he finally releases his milky slickness all over his own robes.
His chest was heaving. His body was limp. He had no strength to get himself up anymore. Instead he laid there helplessly, completely surrendered to the vampire above him. Lu Guang watched him. How he jerked up in the shockwave of orgasm, so unfamiliar to his body… and then completely exhausted himself from the overwhelming stimuli, falling flaccid onto the wooden desk.
So pitiful.
He should not feel sorry for a human. Nor should he feel sympathy towards one. Their lives were fleeting, so who is he to get attached to a mortal like that. Still, something in his mind tells him that he would get used to this. To the feeling. To someone accompanying him. To some stable feeding station… it would be perfect. He lingers on the sight of a priest who absolutely melted from his cock and then playfully starts pulsing his hips again.
"Ah… Lu Guang.."
Cheng Xiaoshi breathes out, adjusting to the way their hips meet anew, helplessly scrambling around to support himself. However after a few pulses Lu Guang pulls out which was met with Cheng Xiaoshi's distressed groan.
"Relax, I am not done with you." He exclaims from behind a still delirious priest who lazily turns his head to watch how Lu Guang approaches a veil he brushes his fingers over before he pulls it from the golden frame revealing a large mirror which shows Cheng Xiaoshi how debaucherous he looks right now. What was more interesting to him, however, was the fact the mirror only showed him. Lu Guang's reflection did not project into that. It was almost as if he was invisible. Lu Guang's face splits into a gleeful smirk, ideas flowing through his filthy mind. He glances over his shoulder to Cheng Xiaoshi, a dangerous glint appearing in the gaze which makes Cheng Xiaoshi's throat dry. He swallows hard at that view - or tries to, sweat rolling down his cheek. He doesn't dare to say a word, to chirp any sound. He stays there, frozen. Unable to imagine what Lu Guang possibly had in mind.
The vampire gets back behind him in a few claps of his boots against the stone. His still hot hands gripping his waist and turning him over, so he is sprawled on his stomach now, legs sliding down to meet with the floor, barely holding him upright but he braces himself quickly to adjust and so he doesn't fall down, legs spreading intuitively. The heat from the vampire's body is pressing on his back. Suffocating him. The pressure follows - Lu Guang's firm hand is pushing Cheng Xiaoshi lower, so he lays chest flushed on the desk he was fucked on just few moments ago. Then there is warmth. Slick wetness assaulting his rim again, the tip sliding up and down suggestively before it's sucked by his own walls into the depths of his hilt.
"You carry yourself like a saint and preach the Lord's word yet your insides are corrupted by greed."
Lu Guang growls into Cheng Xiaoshi's ear. The man under him lets out a whimper when Lu Guang starts moving again.
"Look how weak you are just from this." He sets a stable rhythm, intense enough for Cheng Xiaoshi to jolt every time but slow enough for him to not have it that easy.
"Ah…" Cheng Xiaoshi slowly props himself on his arms, pushing back to meet with each thrust anew, eyes squeezed shut, breath labored and erratic, mouth agape from how good this feels. The way he was claimed before was already stimulating enough but oh God. Taking his cock from behind like a wild beast in heat is even more exciting.
But he can't admit the enjoyment. Shouldn't. It goes against everything he oathed to follow and protect. It's so wrong. So dirty…
But it feels so good. Better than he imagined it could feel when it first started going this direction when the vampire slid his grabby hand up his thigh to untie his pants…
"Oh.." Another moan resonates through the room mixing with quiet squelches and soft creaks of the wooden desk. His eyes are still shut, face averted from where Lu Guang is fixated instead - at the mirror. The huge chunk of glass reflecting everything but him. Watching as Cheng Xiaoshi gets swayed by invisible force. The way his cheeks get beaten by something solid but unseen, sending vibrations through the skin, through the flesh… through the fat which hangs around his body in such an eye-pleasing way, filling up his curves perfectly. The softness of his rear and of his thighs is very difficult to resist. Lu Guang clicks his tongue in irritation and leans down to gently wrap his fingers around Cheng Xiaoshi's jaw, lifting it up.
"Open your eyes." Lu Guang's hot breath teases the shell of Cheng Xiaoshi's already deep red ear, his thrusts slowing down into provocative slow drags pushing one gasp after another from Cheng Xiaoshi's lungs. He hesitantly opens his eyes to meet with the reflection of a mirror he is now pressed to. The sight makes his eyes go wide, his cock twitch and his throat dry.
What a view…
It's not even about how lewd and messy his face looks but also about the fact Lu Guang is missing from the frame. As if their minds aligned, he gets even more aroused from this very reason. From getting railed by someone he can't even see. Forced by a jaw but looks like he is holding his head this way by himself. And he is absolutely sure his entrance would be wide spread "by itself" too since Lu Guang doesn't reflect an inch of his body, not a single part….
That image makes his cock even harder, his eyes even more glassy. Before he can let out another sigh from the overwhelming heat building up in his body, two of the slender fingers get shoved into his mouth. A surprised yelp died around them with a subtle gag following right after.
"Relax. Breathe through your nose." Lu Guang's voice rumbles in his ear and he does what he tells him, throat relaxing to the sudden interruption. Breath steady. As steady as it can be when something so thick and full is rubbing his insides like that. His eyes focus back on his own face in a mirror, cheeks gaining a deeper tint of pink from excitement and embarrassment.
"Look at you," Lu Guang scoffs, "protecting your virtue so devotedly only to fold the first chance you get."
A choked whimper was his answer as he drew into him with a new wave of urgency, straightening himself again to get the right angle. Cheng Xiaoshi's eyes squinted slightly only to snap back open and watch with his vision becoming more and more unfocused the more he gets fucked.
"That's it.." Lu Guang purrs. "Take it all in just like you are taking me."
The words Lu Guang spat out were so unholy. So filthy. But it tingled Cheng Xiaoshi's brain in an odd unfamiliar way which then sent tremors down his spine and straight into his straining arousal between his legs which was rubbing against the wooden desk in such an obscene way he might as well die from shame.
But he didn't feel ashamed. There was no room for it anymore.
Lu Guang was getting impatient. The way Cheng Xiaoshi didn't cooperate on his suggestive gestures drove him mad. He wanted to feel his lips on those fingers so badly and yet he just kept them there with his so painfully innocent mouth opening around them, saliva coaxing them and mockingly dripping down. He clicked his tongue again, bending back down.
"Suck at them." He snarls. "Have you forgotten from the days you were an infant?"
What an impudent thing to say! Cheng Xiaoshi couldn't believe his ears and the sheer audacity of this man but even so, he couldn't do anything but obey. His body was not listening to him anymore. His words were long stuck in his throat like a fishbone from the Christmas supper. So it mattered not whether he got flustered or if his temper flared. He closed his lips around those daring fingers and sucked regardless. And sucked and sucked and sucked. As properly as he could.
"Good." Lu Guang pants, thrusting into him with long slow drags to savor the moment, putting Cheng Xiaoshi's body through another torment. He lingers on the sensation, still forcing the priest to watch how mouthy he gets around "nothing" and then starts slowly pushing the fingers in and out. In and out. Caressing Cheng Xiaoshi's tongue at a matching pace, sending shivers through his already so pliant and easy to mend body…
"Mnngh.." He whines from the overwhelming stimulation, his cock twitching violently. He is so so so close to another climax. He can feel it in the way his stiffness tightens, in the way his balls tighten, everything squeezing so much it hurts, so desperate for the sweet release. His shaft was sliding over its own leakage for a while and the chilling wet sensation which was warming up with each push was not helping the case. Not in the least. He felt light headed. His eyes burned from the tears and from the heat of his flushed and puffed up cheeks working around Lu Guang's fingers.
It was too much.
But also not enough.
But how could he ever dare to ask for more? To fully surrender to the very concept of greed? Or any other sin? Actually, is he not giving in because of his pride? Maybe he is already under the influence of a sin in the first place and his heart was never as pure as he always claimed it was. He can definitely no longer say that about himself and his long lost purity.
The slide of Lu Guang's cock and his fingers working in harmony sent his mind into a spiral. There was no longer a salvation for this tainted soul of his. The fingers felt so good. Better than they had the right to be. Tickling his tongue and his palate in a way it could probably undo him without any other stimulation. The tingling was settling dangerously low. He can feel and see the dampness of his cheeks from shed tears, his chin streaked with loose drool from his clumsy work. His tongue was trying to participate too, hesitantly rolling around the fingers when Lu Guang pushed them deeper.
"nghh-uang!" A gagged moan pierced through, his hips started desperately pushing back unsatisfied with how slow he went.
He needed more.
Faster.
Deeper.
Enough to finally tip him over.
"Your greed sickens me.. have you not had enough?" The drags intensify. The rhythm picks up on the speed again.
Cheng Xiaoshi's legs were trembling. Knees buckling despite him trying to ground himself. It was no use. Lu Guang notices the collapse in his posture and withdraws his fingers from Cheng Xiaoshi's mouth. Both of his hands firmly grasp his hips, lift him higher and next thrust slams him into the desk with a low groan seeping through Lu Guang's gritted teeth, forcing the priest to balance on his tiptoes for some grounding.
"You can't even stand by yourself anymore." He breathes out an unexpected hint of surprise in his voice.
"How pathetic.. you are so easy to bend. Just like a willow branch. I wonder how long you can take it till you snap."
"You insolent beast-! Ah!"
Lu Guang's hips bucked forward. Hard enough to shut him up. Fast enough to make him gasp for air and scramble for something to hold onto. Then, Cheng Xiaoshi completely melted and sprawled his limp body over the desk. His insides clenched around Lu Guang's cock and he hummed in satisfaction at the pulse vibrating through his length. He waited for him to relax around him like the gentleman he is and then resumed his teasing, rolling his hips faster, jolting the poor man on the desk with a new and new surge of incoming orgasm.
"Ah! L-Lu Guang.. Lu Guang that's- mnnngh!" The desk creaked more audibly, the slap of skin on skin, the slap of Lu Guang's balls over Cheng Xiaoshi's cheeks, the squelches of the slick substance still persistently coaxing them both…
What excited the priest more, however, was the way the desk was so conveniently shaped under the edge, so his own shaft comfortably sat alongside the line and slid over it with every snap of their hips chasing the climax. This time he was sure it would take only a few moments for him to finally spill his spend. Gritting his teeth he buries his face into his sleeves, moaning and panting helplessly. A warm trembling hand suddenly reached out, cupping his throat, his jaw and pushing him upwards.
"Eyes on the mirror."
Lu Guang growls. His breath was trembling just like the rest of his body. In his case it was not fear. It was not arousal. It was something darker. The carnal desire to devour the human under his hands. A tremor from how much he is holding back.
Oddly enough, he doesn't want to hurt him. Doesn't want to suck him dry and bite him open like with his other victims. This runs much deeper. A possession. But with the urge to keep. The urge to protect in his own twisted way. Maybe this is what it's like to find his mate. That's… that's probably what makes him even care about how much Cheng Xiaoshi is enjoying this whole act.
Rutting like beasts in heat, feeding on his blood, getting humiliated by his own urges he was pushing down his whole life, betraying his morals the moment he got little too carried away. Like when Lu Guang first drew blood from his wrist. The look Cheng Xiaoshi gave him is something he will never forget.
The way his breath turned erratic, the way his cheeks flushed, how he swallowed hard the moment Lu Guang withdrew to look at him. And how he tiled his neck, inviting him to get some more. In that moment it was not hunger surging through Lu Guang's senses. It was want.
Unexpectedly he sank his teeth into that delicate neck way later. Before that he indulged in a more gentle act. In the act of longing. Of savoring the other's warmth. Kissing his neck and then kissing him breathless. And Cheng Xiaoshi actually clinged onto him. He didn't fight him one bit. Didn't show resistance despite his first rush of adrenaline being from sheer fear of a mysterious bloodthirsty figure suddenly appearing in the late eve unannounced….
Cheng Xiaoshi whimpers with the pressure under his jaw forcing him upright despite Lu Guang's hips pinning him down to the desk. His back goes into full arch to adjust to this position. Surprisingly with relative ease it caught off guard even Lu Guang.
He indeed is so easy to bend…
Lu Guang smirks at it, earning more and more of Cheng Xiaoshi's sweet and desperate sounds which rose in a pitch. Lu Guang inserts his fingers into his gaping mouth again and this time Cheng Xiaoshi automatically starts sucking on them, licking around the base and groaning in discomfort and frustration. The build up is there but he still needs one little push. Lu Guang understood immediately. Pushing his fingers deeper and fucking him even faster he bends down to nib his earlobe but not to actually bite through and draw more blood. This is something he noticed humans do - fleeting bites and pinches sometimes work on them.
It worked on Cheng Xiaoshi excellently. With this one graze of Lu Guang's teeth, with this one pull of his lips on the sensitive skin behind his ear… just this one husky growl so close and so audible… the wet sound of his lips - that did it. Oh, that did it…
"Lhu-uaaah!" He cried out Lu Guang's name through the fingers still thrusting inside his mouth, his hips started stuttering, legs trembling even more, lifting themselves from the ground as the intense wave of overwhelming pleasure washes over him. With another keening moan his pent up cock splattered its milky substance all over the underside of the desk, long streaks slowly dripping along the wooden curves of the craftwork.
Lu Guang didn't stop.
He withdraws his fingers and grips Cheng Xiaoshi's waist anew, rocking him through orgasm and not stopping in the least.
"Lu Guang..ah.." A sob carrying the vampire's name breaks through the wet silence as the priest's poor rear gets punished with more and more of these taunting drags tunneling the cock's shape deep inside his body at this point. Lu Guang's length was truly impressive despite Cheng Xiaoshi refusing to admit it. He felt a sting of arousal the moment he saw it in full size. However the reality he was supposed to get through frightened him. He yielded to it anyway. Bold enough to take a bite of the forbidden fruit from Eden's garden he was promised with this silent vow of conjointment.
A low groan slips through Lu Guang's lips, his eyes slipping shut for a moment to savor the post-orgasm tightness Cheng Xiaoshi's rim offers to him. The muscle was so beautifully tight and at the same time so incredibly soft for him to safely keep grinding the walls, poking the sensitive spot which makes the priest squirm and keen in pointless pleads.
Lu Guang's chest is now pressed flush on Cheng Xiaoshi's back, pulling their bodies upright which makes Cheng Xiaoshi brace himself on the desk with his wobbly arms. Lu Guang's hips push into him slower now, shifting the angle in this new position. His strong arms wrapped around him in a loose embrace. He takes in the scent of sex and sweat filling the air around them. Now they are truly rutting like wild animals entangled in their primal instinct with no care for anything rational.
Lu Guang's hands wander further, sliding up from the priest's stomach over his chest to his collar. His nimble fingers unbutton the clothing, sliding the fabric over Cheng Xiaoshi's shoulders so seductively it makes his own cock twitch, a stifled gasp answering the shift. He rests his chin on Cheng Xiaoshi's shoulder and looks at the reflection in front of them.
"Do you see it?"
Lu Guang rasps against his ear.
"Do you see how beautifully messed up you've become? How sinful do you look right now? So debauched and still begging for more…"
Cheng Xiaoshi's mind had no room to argue back. All he could do was watch. Look at that flushed face of his, barely staying present in mind, eyes half-lidded and red at the corners from humiliation and tears which still remained on his cheeks. His plush lips were wet and shiny, so was his chin. His face looked truly pitiful with his brows curled like that to complete the image.
Shameless.
To think he would drown in passion so wantonly, especially this night after his routine prayers. God might not overlook this.
Cheng Xiaoshi's body tensed up when something hot and wet slid over his shoulder, then he relaxed with a sigh, letting the slick tongue drag itself over his pulse and up to lick his earlobe. Lu Guang started sucking on anew. He plants gentle kisses all over his neck at first but his touches and every other swipe of his tongue stroke flames of his hunger more and more. Eventually, the kisses became pulled from how he sucked and tasted his intoxicating skin. Then Cheng Xiaoshi felt the graze of something sharper. Something already familiar to him. He tilted his head more, closing his eyes for a moment.
Teeth sank into his flesh again, breaking his skin in one fluid bite, drawing new droplets of crimson, hot pulse quenching the vampire's bestial desire.
"Lu Gua-ah…" Cheng Xiaoshi sighed, leaning more into his body which was still pressing on him. The roll of Lu Guang's hips set a delicious rhythm to accompany the feast. Filling himself while he was ready to fill Cheng Xiaoshi in return.
Lu Guang then withdrew and bit into that velvety skin again. And again. More and more bites started painting a picture of pure passion on the priest's rosy canvas. Moaning and whimpering with each new bite. Watching as the mirror reflected sudden breaks of his skin over and over again, sudden pull painting the spots red and purple. Lu Guang was indeed feasting.
He then pulled away, his slender fingers wrapping themselves around Cheng Xiaoshi's slack jaw and wrenching his head to face him. Another whine died in the depths of Lu Guang's mouth stained in Cheng Xiaoshi's own blood. The taste was slightly revolting but the discomfort was quickly smoothed out by the tongue exploring his insides, intertwining with his, teeth biting lightly at his lower lip, pulling at the tongue and sucking it.
"Mmmph!" Cheng Xiaoshi whimpers in relief, drowning in this feeling. In pure waves of undeniable bliss Lu Guang gets him through. A feeling so new to him yet his body takes it as something natural. Something it always knew. Something it always longed for…
The priest clumsily tries to copy Lu Guang in his tongue and mouth movements. Despite failing to impress the vampire he doesn't care about the technique whatsoever.
Lu Guang smirks against Cheng Xiaoshi's lips and snaps his hips faster. Once. Twice. As many times as it gets for Cheng Xiaoshi to gasp and grab him by his arms which settled on his waist, gripping him tightly. He then eased on it and rather started thrusting faster and faster, chasing his own climax which was already due. The upwards thrusts were nailing the prostate dead on. This time with more intense force. Not too painful but painful enough for Cheng Xiaoshi's enjoyment, the stretch burning satisfyingly Cheng Xiaoshi swears he couldn't hear for a few seconds. His head was dizzy, barely grasping on what's happening. All he could do was to feel.
Feel the full thickness obscenely dominating his walls , the sticky wetness smacking against it shamelessly, skin on skin contact amplifying the way Lu Guang fucked him into an oblivion.
"Ah! Ah! L.. Lu G.. Lu Gu-ah! St.. tha- ah!"
Each and every push lets out another high pitched keen but it was no use. Lu Guang was on his way to get them both over the edge. Hot tears blurring his vision again, his mouth gasping at nothing, words stuck in his throat, hammered back down with each push. As if that was not enough, Lu Guang's hand reached down to his neglected cock throbbing in frustration and pain from pent up pressure, already red in anger, tip nearly purple from the amount of blood concentrated in it…
If it wasn't that sensitive organ Lu Guang would know where to bite next but.. rather not.
Instead, he palms Cheng Xiaoshi's stiff erection, thumb rubbing over the leaking tip, stroking his full length to match the rhythm. Basically pushing him into his palm. A ragged moan escapes Cheng Xiaoshi's lips as he now gets railed from the front and from the back.
As soon as the priest leaned more into his chest to support himself, Lu Guang chuckled at the way this man was absolutely falling apart under him.
"This feels good, right? Almost too good." He gritted out into Cheng Xiaoshi's flushed ear, earning another pathetic whimper.
"Can your God get you this close to Heaven? I highly doubt it.." He scoffs, provocatively rubbing against the sensitive walls in short pulses. That pushes Cheng Xiaoshi closer. His quivering lips still trying to mouth out Lu Guang's name as if it was a sacred prayer he so desperately clings onto from the very start. Now from very different reason. The surrounding heat of the entwinement was suffocating. Sweat was drenching him whole at this point. Drenching them both.
The climax was pulling on Cheng Xiaoshi's insides even more intensively than before. But it still was a long work of overstimulating grind ahead of them to get him there. Working though his climax ensured it will take a while to get to the other one. Lu Guang was not aware of this but the realization makes his grin even more prominent. That sly smirk from how well Cheng Xiaoshi bends under his will, betraying his precious God with every other overstep. Chasing for more touches. Wanting to be touched in such sacred places nobody should have access to but he himself and only for practical purposes. Never for anything selfish.
Cheng Xiaoshi's back tensed up, stretching itself like a bow, gasping for air as if he was drowning, sobbing quietly.
"Easy there, Father…" Lu Guang purrs, slowing down to spite him.
"No-no. Lu Guang, please.. keep go.. Ah!!"
How gullible. How naive. The priest truly overestimated the vampire's plans with him. Back him down a bit only to push him onto the desk and claim him in the most feral way he knew how. Cheng Xiaoshi truly had no way to escape now. Pinned down on the desk, his hands clasped by Lu Guang's and he was thrusting faster and faster. More. Giving Cheng Xiaoshi exactly what he asked for. So much Cheng Xiaoshi was choking on the violent jolts of arousal from such position. He was helplessly watching himself swaying on the desk with more and more tears soaking his poor face.
Lu Guang felt it before it appeared - the climax was dragging them over. Finally arriving to release them both from the clutches. He shifted his angle ever so slightly, so he is sure Cheng Xiaoshi tips over with him.
"Lu Guang… Lu Guan-ah! Ah, Jesus… oh..!!" He buries his face into his sleeve, moaning and gasping for dear life. Lu Guang didn't like that. Releasing one of his hands he grasps his throat again, so he watches as he comes.
"Lu Guang," a shaky breath vibrates the air around them. Cheng Xiaoshi's teary eyes look back at him, "have merc-y.." he nearly swallowed the last syllable as Lu Guang pushed into him with more force which made him grit his teeth and hiss through the sudden pressure.
It hurt after so many minutes of the chase. But it was still quite enjoyable. Though, he is sure he will fall ill the next day. Will he be able to walk?
"I told you I know none." And with that the last few thrusts got him over. Last broken moan. Last whimper. Last agonizing keen was heard, releasing spurt after spurt of Cheng Xiaoshi's spend who then finally collapses onto the desk in pure exhaustion.
At the same time, Lu Guang reached his peak as well. The long building up pressure finally releasing. It came over him in one powerful surge. Pushing once, twice… his rhythm hammering every last bit of his spill deep into Cheng Xiaoshi's rim. A shudder jolted his whole body and with a guttural groan he bent down and bit into Cheng Xiaoshi's nape to ground himself. Hard. Enough for the blood to seep through and create new wet trails of crimson on Cheng Xiaoshi's neck. Once the feeling faded from their bodies, Lu Guang released his grip on the nape, licking the escaped droplets of blood around it.
Cheng Xiaoshi is physically done for. His head is dizzy, his ears are ringing, making him hear pure static, his vision is darkening slightly before he blinks it out… and he is sure his balance is signed out for today as well. He barely even registered Lu Guang bit him again but now that the adrenaline is evening out he can feel the stings all over his poor abused skin. All the bites and sucked out places. All the bruises and oh his waist.
Yes, he won't be able to walk properly.
Lu Guang was savoring the sweet afterglow washing over them and the tightness of Cheng Xiaoshi's hole before he slowly started pulling out, making the priest squirm in discomfort.
"Amen to that, my dear priest."
Lu Guang scoffs and stands up to fully take in the picture before him. The way Cheng Xiaoshi's trembling legs are spread out, his arms as useless, his body raising with every heave of his chest, forehead pressed on the wood.. sweat and the lewd slickness sliding down his thighs. Just perfect.
He puts his cock back into his place and fixes his elegant clothes to restore his perfect image of a vampire. Then he slowly gets on the other side of the desk to find half-passed out Cheng Xiaoshi who is barely moving and still processing what just happened. His elegant fingers lift his jaw back up and his wretched face greets his curious eyes which glint in mockery and amusement.
"Your face is so lovely, Cheng Xiaoshi." He says way too close to his face before he kisses him. Cheng Xiaoshi weakly reciprocates and clumsily props himself up, so he can kiss him better. Lu Guang breaks the kiss and helps him sit up. Cheng Xiaoshi hisses in pain as his behind seats itself on the wooden desk. The absence of Lu Guang's cock is evident but he can still feel it. He can still feel the stretch. Being it his first time, it was bound to happen, especially since the vampire stopped holding back.
"My apologies, good sir. You are simply too attractive to resist." Lu Guang purrs into his face, knocking their foreheads. Cheng Xiaoshi is finally putting himself together from the afterglow haze.
"You corrupted me."
"You could've stopped it."
"You-"
Lu Guang kissed him again. More urgently. deepening the kiss immediately. The priest didn't resist. He gratefully welcomed a new surge of passion between them, weakly wrapping his arms around the vampire, pulling him closer. The truth is, he could always say no. He is aware of that. Lu Guang even asked. Gave him many chances… but this. How could he refuse? How could he say no even when he knew it's wrong? Maybe.. maybe this sin was worth the bite.