The hot, wet trail the mortal had taken the time to leave on the vampire’s chest sent his mind into overdrive. Unashamed, he allowed a groan to escape past his lips and he arched his back and hips upwards almost involuntarily. And as quickly as the other’s fiery tongue had traced the lines of his abdomen, it vanished, leaving skilled hands in its wake to tease with practiced perfection. Mal couldn’t stifle another soft groan as impossibly soft and hot fingertips traced the lines of his pelvic region without mercy, nor could he (or would he even bother to) stop the lukewarm blood from rushing frantically to his cock.
And when he thought he couldn’t take the torture any longer, the other moved his hot fingers to the member that demanded attention above all other portions of his body. The pace the boy took was maddening, multiplied by the vampire’s impatience with waiting in general. Each frustratingly small movement caused his manhood to nearly tremble with desire, and it was beginning to ware down his ability to mask his monstrous nature. Even more so when, at the instant that the boy’s coaxing hands nearly carried him into a milky release, the movement suddenly stopped. With the arousal now almost painful came the desire to hiss and express his frustration. The only thing that prevented such a thing was what the warm creature did next.
Of course it was fucking incredibly taunting, he was a dancer. And as much as the vampire should have expected it, the talent and control of the other’s movements still managed to both surprise and frustrate him at the same time. The gaze that the boy would have met with his own eyes would have been ferocious and hungry, needy, almost like an animal. And he did not object to where his hands had been placed, moving to grip onto the other’s warm flesh with nails that were beginning to sharpen a little more than he would have if he were in any clearer a state of mind.
In one, smooth motion on the immortal’s part, the two met once again in a flurry of frantic motion and a grunt of satisfaction. This time, he didn’t move slowly, the necessary stretching of the other’s entrance already accomplished through round one. The fiery hot inside nearly made the vampire mad with desire for the other’s blood, but he was used to controlling even the most violent desires. The rhythm came easily as instinct allowed, pulling and pushing with as much grace and beauty as such a dance could allow.
With an iron grip, he held the mortal’s fragile body close to his own as though he were a lover. Every noise the other made was cherished secretly, perhaps out of his own weakness for humanity, for beauty, or otherwise. In that moment of ecstasy, the precious, fiery human in his arms and enveloping his cock in warmth was perfect, the moment magical; and he wasn’t merely seeking his own release. With a fistful of the other’s air, the vampire pulled the human’s face to his own in a deep kiss without compromising the steady tempo he had established not moments before. In the back of his mind, he almost regretted that it was to end in a handful of hours. But it was just sex, a one-night-stand. And he didn’t even know his name.
