Discoveries

[Existentially Odd]

(Continued from \'Walkies\')

Kerr took his time strolling to his apartment with his new guest,

soon-to-be conquest

enjoying the night air and the conversation about polite nothings.  He\'d especially liked the way Ichabod\'s heart had continued to pound or leapt whenever their linked hands shifted.  The vampire had taken to brushing the backs of his fingers lightly down the brunette\'s neck or grasping him by the nape, just to hint about what was to come and cause further pulse stutters, smiling knowingly to himself whenever the effect he\'d been aiming for materialised.

Unfortunately, he learned that Ichabod was a smoker on the walk home, but he was determined that it wouldn\'t completely ruin their night (he did feel the need to point out that there was no smoking in his apartment though, just to be on the safe side), so he ignored it.

The night was still young by the time they walked into Kerr\'s apartment.  He flipped on switches that bled soft light into his normally-dark place and stepped to the side to hang his keys up, once the door was locked.  This action allowed Ichabod time to have a look around the expansive main room, letting him take in the large kitchen to their immediate left, the sunken lounge sprawled directly ahead and the elegant dining section in the far left corner at his leisure.  The closed-in corridor between the elevator and here sported just two opposing doors and a far-distant window, so there had been no reason to linger out there.

Kerr didn\'t wish to rush the mortal through the darkened doorway standing anonymously between his dining suite and kitchen (well, he did really, but he had better manners than that), so he paused at Ichabod\'s side, smiling down at him and tracing light circles in the small of his back with his fingertips.  "Are you hungry or thirsty at all?  I do have some normal food, if so."  Kerr had shopped especially for the occasion, in fact, having made up his mind the night before.  He didn\'t want anything like dizzy spells or undernourishment to ruin the potential for a long, satisfying feed, so he\'d stocked up on everything from steak to vegetables to sweets and juices that would provide instant sugar supplements.  He felt he was well prepared to meet any mortal\'s demands.

As he stared down at Ichabod, he found he couldn\'t stop staring at his lips.  His mind was stammering around the fact that they hadn\'t even kissed yet and he was luxuriating in the tension that that knowledge was building in him.  Prolonging the moment seemed to be almost as much fun as experiencing them (he supposed), which made him feel rather predatory and sexy all at once.  Leaping on his visitor would be even more gauche than dragging him down the hallway to his bedroom, but oh, how his mind was loving following a variety of scenarios that had all this culminating in some dizzyingly fast climaxes.

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Ichabod walked slowly into the apartment, looking around with interest as Kerr locked the door and hung up his keys. He couldn’t help comparing it to the house he shared with Lazarus and he definitely liked this place a lot more, although the main reason for that was that this place actually belonged to Kerr, it wasn’t an abandoned place where Ichabod was constantly worried that someone might come to reclaim it. This felt more like a home than a place to squat.

He smiled up at Kerr when he heard his offer and felt his cool fingers on his lower back, sending a small shiver running up his spine and he shifted closer to the vampire slightly, enjoying the contact. He liked the fact that Kerr had normal food, Lazarus never bothered with things like that until Ichabod reminded him. He was tempted to accept the offer of a drink, his mouth felt dry from nervousness, but he was sure that would fade in a few minutes and didn’t warrant a drink; that was just wasting time really.

The anticipation of what was to come was building up in the pit of Ichabod’s stomach as he watched Kerr’s eyes linger on his lips. He shook his head slightly, “No, I’m fine, thanks, I ate before coming out,” he said, taking a small step closer to Kerr and resting his hand on his chest, still on the cloth this time, noticing for the first time how their shirts were almost the same colour. His dark eyes shifted down to look at the few dark hairs that were on view and the nicely shaped chest before looking up again a little nervously. He was never good at making the first move, he was always too paranoid of being knocked back, and although he now he knew Kerr was more than willing he still couldn’t seem to work up the courage to just close that gap between their lips.

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Kerr smiled as he was faced more squarely, scraping his tongue stud thoughtfully against the roof of his mouth as he watched the mortal hand upon his chest, feeling it brand him with its warmth in a way he hadn\'t in... it seemed forever. He encircled Ichabod loosely with his strong arms, his left hand coming to rest on the beginning of the curve of the youth\'s ass, his right smoothing up and down his back slowly.
 
"How long is it since he drank from you?" he asked huskily, leaning his lips down near Ichabod\'s ear to speak, nuzzling against the area just below the lobe with his lips in a way he knew might tickle, due to his beard. It was so close to the pulse, though. The beast within him lurched as well, the bloodlust stirring up to match his sexual lust in ardour.

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He tilted his chin upwards and rubbed his cheek against the soft hair on the side of Kerr’s head, smiling as he felt Kerr’s beard tickling his neck and rolling his shoulder as he got used to the feeling. His eyes slid shut as he felt the vampire’s hand moving over his back, enjoying that gentle touch, so different from his master’s demanding touches.

“I think... about a week and a half, maybe two, but he didn’t drink much,” Ichabod said quietly, swallowing hard at the unwanted reminder of the blonde. Lately Lazarus hadn’t been drinking from him very much, just a couple of mouthfuls, if he wanted more he would go out and find another victim. Like the one who Ichabod guessed owned the wallet he’d given him earlier, he probably wouldn’t be missing it after the blonde finished with him.

He slid his hand up from Kerr’s chest to his shoulder, slipping his fingers around the back of his neck and stepping closer again to press his warm body against the vampire’s cool one. “Don’t worry about that,” he murmured, not wanting Kerr to be worrying about hurting him while he was drinking. He felt fine and his whole body ached for him to feed, for that amazing feeling he thought Lazarus would be giving him tonight. Funny how things changed so quickly. He could feel the pulse throbbing in his neck under Kerr’s lips as well as the familiar throb of lust lower down as he smelt the shampoo in Kerr’s dark hair and the scent of aftershave.

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"Mmm, I won\'t, then," Kerr murmured dreamily, extracting Ichabod\'s shirt from his pants with a gentle yank, so the flats of his hands could sneak under and caress smooth flesh.  He felt hot to the touch; divine to hands that were generally cold but never knew it until they contacted true heat.
 
"God you feel good," he added, his mouth not content with brushing any longer.  He kissed the mortal\'s throat, pressing his tongue against it so Ichabod would feel the hardness of the stud, or sucked lightly enough to titillate but not strongly enough to leave a hickie.
 
As he did this, he began moving the two of them, settling his longer legs on the outside of the boy\'s so that when he took two slow steps, Ichabod would get the idea that he was being walked backwards (it wasn\'t an accident that the main impetus came from Kerr\'s hips nudging against him, either, the friction causing an obvious swelling in his jeans).  His nimble fingers alternated between stroking flesh and starting to remove Ichabod\'s shirt, too, his intention to have them both naked by the time their prolonged shuffle to the bedroom concluded probably becoming clear.
 
Of course, Kerr was also beginning to feel that once he got the mortal\'s shirt off and dropped it wherever they happened to be at the time, their speed would pick up markedly.  Just the thought of all that bare mortal flesh up against him sent a throb of awareness down through his groin.

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Ichabod took a sharp breath in when Kerr’s cold hands found his skin, but quickly got used to the temperature, enjoying the way it left behind a tingling trail on his skin. While one hand stayed on the back of Kerr’s neck his other slid up his chest, un-fastening the buttons of his shirt, keen to see and feel the body underneath. At the feel of the bulge in Kerr’s jeans pressing up against his own groin Ichabod paused for a moment, enjoying the pressure before following the silent urging and starting to walk backwards towards the bedroom, but slowly enough to keep up the pressure of their bodies pressing against each other.

The feel of his lips and tongue on his skin was amazing, but Ichabod quickly wanted more, he wanted to feel that tongue stud on his own. He twisted his head and found Kerr’s mouth with his own, immediately parting his lips and slipping his tongue into Kerr’s mouth, exploring the shape of his mouth and running over the smooth tongue stud. As they kissed Ichabod slid the shirt from Kerr’s shoulders and dropped it beside them as his own jeans began to feel uncomfortably tight.

He let his arms drop down from Kerr’s body to allow the vampire to slide his shirt from his body as well, now desperate to feel their bodies together. All thoughts of Lazarus fled from his mind as their bodies rubbed together, he was just concentrating on Kerr now and that was all he wanted to think about.

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As expected, the moment Kerr had Ichabod\'s shirt dropped on the carpet just a few steps beyond his own, their bodies touched and he shuddered at the headiness of it.  They were in the hallway that led directly to the master bedroom by this stage (though there were three other bedrooms and a bathroom branching off it) and the vampire was rather overcome when his chest was pressed against a mortal one.

More roughly than he would have intended - had he been thinking about planning such a move, anyway - he grabbed Ichabod by the ass, lifted and pressed him hard against his throbbing groin (like he weighed nothing more than a feather might, even though his completely tattooed upper arms bulged, his biceps standing out against Ichabod\'s) and spun blindly, pinning him to the nearest plum-painted wall.  He kissed him hard, grinding his erection against what felt like the centre of the mortal warmth he was attempting to draw into his very skin.  He needed to shuffle his feet to be between Ichabod\'s now, and he completed that manoeuvre messily, with legs bumping and tangling negligently while he concentrated on maintaining the bumping that had him tingling all the way through.

He briefly considered asking Ichabod if he was ready to head into the bedroom but that would have been a stupid and unnecessary separation of their mouths; he much preferred sucking on the tongue that kept thrusting in to explore how his tongue stud sat comfortably within the muscle.  There would be no objections from now on, Ichabod had made his willingness clear (and his body was thrumming so hot it felt to Kerr like he was cradling something radioactive against him).

Once he\'d got his fill of thumping the mortal\'s body against the wall (and he thought he could stand a lessening of pressure for just a little bit), Kerr carried his prize into his bedroom with swift, sure strides.  He didn\'t turn on a light - the curtains over the glass doors that led to his balcony were deliberately pulled back to reveal the twinkling lights of the city and provide plenty of illumination for mortal sight - but he did kick the door closed behind them, so that only this lovely view of skyscrapers on high would fill the room.

Toeing his boots off as he went, Kerr then made his way to the bed, turned and sat down.  He arranged Ichabod to be kneeling over him but wasn\'t sitting up for long - he lay back and shuffled up the king sized bed, craving the feel of the mortal spread along and on top of him.  He didn\'t care that his wriggling crumpled the quilt and skewed all the bedclothes, by this stage he was focussing on how nicely Ichabod\'s buttocks fit in the palms of his hands and whether he could squeeze his hands down the back of already-tight jeans.  Of course, he couldn\'t, so his hands roamed, wanting to remove the clothes between them but unwilling to break the contact of any of the places they were still touching.

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A grunt escaped Ichabod lips as Kerr thumped him up against the wall, but he quickly resumed the frenzied exploration of his mouth, spurred on by the passion of the movement. As soon as his legs were free of Kerr’s Ichabod wrapped his legs instinctively around Kerr’s hips, pulling their bodies even closer together if it was possible. Although he knew about vampire’s strength the move had still surprised him and he was amazed by his strength. He ran his hands over the bugling muscles in Kerr’s arms and when Kerr began to move he slid them higher, gripping the bare skin of his shoulders although he felt completely safe in Kerr’s arms, it was just instinctive.

He didn’t bother looking where they were headed now, he simply enjoyed the feeling of being carried around as though he weighed nothing and the constant friction of their groins rubbing together as they moved. When the door slammed behind them Ichabod broke the kiss for a brief moment to glance around the room, smiling when he saw the view, but it didn’t hold his attention for long.

The teen quickly turned his gaze back to the vampire and as soon as he was kneeling over Kerr he kicked off his sneakers and moved with Kerr up the bed. He lay over him, kissing him deeply again as his hips ground down onto the vampire’s and his hands wandered down his sides, tracing the smooth line of his firm body with delight. When his hands found the waist line of Kerr’s jeans his slid his hands along it, working their way under the cloth. Ichabod reluctantly broke the kiss once more and knelt up, his eyes drifting appreciatively over Kerr’s body.

“God, you’re gorgeous,” he murmured, keeping the pressure of their hips pressing against each other as his fingers worked to un-do the large belt buckle and then making their way to the button and fly of his jeans. He slid a little further down Kerr’s legs to give himself more room and worked his fingers under the denim to work the jeans down over Kerr’s hips, taking any underwear that he might be wearing with the jeans, releasing his erection. As he slid the jeans down off his legs Ichabod shifted his weight onto his knees to get them off more easily and give Kerr room to move his legs and help get them off.

Once they were tossed off the end of the bed Ichabod leant forwards over Kerr again, kissing his again as his fingers closed around Kerr’s erection, gently stroking the firm shaft. He wanted to get his own jeans off as well, and quickly, but in the time he’d spent getting off Kerr’s he was already missing the taste of his lips on his own. His fingers reluctantly left Kerr’s body to start to rid himself of the rest of his clothes as he closed his lips around Kerr’s tongue, sucking lightly on it as he wriggled his hips trying to get off his jeans without breaking that contact but having some difficulty with it.

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Kerr followed Ichabod\'s movements eagerly, chasing down those lips when they came near, grinning with the excitement of the urgent play they were indulging in.  He\'d thought it would be more awkward, that he would have had to stammer out some sort of apology that he\'d never really been with a man before now (and it might still come, he supposed), but everything was flowing like a dream.

He wasn\'t sure who would bury himself into who (though an image of the mortal kneeling, sitting down on his cock and then lying along him so Kerr could drink from his neck and pump Ichabod with his hands shot a burst of adrenalin through him that thrilled immeasurably) or any of the technicalities, sure, but he wasn\'t worried.  Ichabod\'s skin was warm and pliant - nowhere near as soft as a woman\'s certainly, but different enough from a vampire\'s that it didn\'t matter - his breathing was hot and heavy, his haphazard movements and eager touches were sexy.  Nothing about the experience left Kerr wanting or wishing for breasts, it was all beautiful, the body as alluring as the blood within it.

The pants did present something of a barrier to be removed, yes; it was heavenly to be free of his and to have fingers wrapped around his shaft.  He sat up from his reclining position enough to help Ichabod shuck his, giggling uncontrollably

broke the kiss, fuck, no suction
know where you can suck instead
I\'m big, sorry, have lube
too big for Sawyl but he could mend
will I break... you
goddamn you\'re hot

when they had to stop and get socks off, almost butting heads in their haste.  Naked was bliss though, as he grasped his lover again, hauling him down on top of him to resume the kissing and the fondling, his fingers unrestricted in their access now, the world tumbling away as he became lost in the sensations the intimate contact was arousing.

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Ichabod joined in the infectious giggling when he and Kerr had to pause to completely undress, such a mundane thing as getting off socks getting in the way of their excitement seemed to silly, but made it all so much more real. His laughter however faded when he suddenly heard a jumble of thoughts in his head which definitely weren’t in his voice or his own (although some were along the same lines). His shut his eyes for a moment and shook his head, trying to clear them from his head, stopping himself from mumbling the words stop it. It had been Kerr’s mind tricks that had made him uncomfortable before, but he tried desperately not to let them distract him from what was happening (although he couldn’t shake some of the lingering words, suck, big, sorry, Sawyl, break).

His moment of wondering why Kerr was thinking about his sire at a time like this was quickly disrupted though when Kerr pulled him back on top of him and didn’t pull back from the kissing and touches and didn’t stop his own hands from wandering. After a few minutes of rubbing their bodies together Ichabod rested his weight on his elbows and lifted himself up slightly to look at Kerr.

“You got any lube?” he asked, before lowering himself down to kiss and suck on Kerr’s neck while he waited for the response. He hoped he would after seeing the size of his shaft and after being without Lazarus without it he knew it would hurt, a small fact Lazarus didn\'t think really mattered at all. Every time Ichabod had had sex he had been on the receiving end and didn’t even stop to think that it might be different now. He had only been with Nikki a couple of times, he’d disappeared before they could experiment more and Lazarus was too demanding and selfish for Ichabod to even have considered suggesting another way. It also felt strange to be on top as well, but Ichabod was sure it was something he could get used to and enjoy a hell of a lot.

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"Mhmm," Kerr hummed agreeably, reaching blindly for the bedside set of drawers to his left (for he slept predominantly on that side, even though it was closest to the balcony, and not the walk-in wardrobe or the bathroom) while he tilted his head back.  He was happy to allow Ichabod to lavish attention upon him while he fumbled the top drawer open, found he wasn\'t close enough, wriggled them both up the bed a bit farther and then extracted the small can of lubricant.

This was about when uncertainty set in.  He wasn\'t sure if he should be using it on him, on Ichabod or whether the mortal would want to do it for him.  He also wasn\'t sure what his companion desired in the way of positioning.  The only way to answer all these questions was, of course, to ask - which he did.  Mostly.

"Uh... I have it," he giggled, nerves and excitement bringing the silly laughter out of him again.  "How do you want to... ?" he began, not sure how to finish the sentence but attempting to catch Ichabod\'s gaze so that they could communicate through something more than just touch and haphazard speech.  He held the container up slightly, at his side, unsure whether it would be looked at or taken anyway.

He was beginning to panic a little, feeling he was out of his depth and that that was showing.

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Ichabod continued to kiss and nibble at Kerr\'s neck, not letting up when they moved along the bed a bit more he only looked up when he heard the uncertainty in Kerr\'s voice. He met the vampire\'s gaze and blinked a little in surprise; he\'d never experienced being around a vampire who wasn\'t completely sure and confident in themselves and the change was a bit sudden.

“You haven’t…?” he started, but then shut up quickly, not wanting Kerr to feel any more nervous than it looked like he already was. This was a little confusing as well as he\'d assumed Kerr had done this hundreds of times before; with Ben, Sawyl, humans. But he wasn\'t Lazarus and this just proved that further. And it meant that Ichabod was going to have take control for once.

He kissed Kerr lightly once more as he took the container from the vampire\'s hand. He knelt up once more, trailing one hand down Kerr\'s body before taking the lid off the can and putting some lubricant onto his hand. After putting the can down again he smeared the slippery gel between his hands then lowered them onto the vampire’s erection, smoothing his slick hands over Kerr’s shaft, working his hands over the cool skin. He didn’t mind being the one lavishing attention onto the vampire, after being with Lazarus it was what he was used to.

Ichabod lifted his eyes from where his hands worked up to watch Kerr’s reaction, hoping it would be a good one. “This alright?” he asked, keeping his fingers moving in a practised manner. He knew they could just go now, but Ichabod would prefer Kerr to smear some of the lube on his entrance as well to help, but how was he supposed to say that? “I… I’m used to… taking it,” he said, chewing lightly on his lower lip, feeling slightly uncomfortable about saying it, but wanting to answer Kerr’s question properly.

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Kerr was embarrassed when Ichabod began a sentence with \'You haven\'t...?\', realising that the mortal now knew he wasn\'t particularly experienced and that his nervousness had put it on show.  There was enough of a break between the comment and Ichabod retrieving the lube that he felt compelled to fill it.  "Not with a man, no."  His expression became sheepish as he watched his partner deal deftly with the lubrication...

His thoughts scattered pretty instantly not long after that.  The warm, slick hands sliding over his cock were like a drug emanating throughout his body, relaxing and energising him all at once.  He fell back onto the bed, his arms spread, his eyelids fluttering and a wondrous smile dancing about his kiss-reddened lips.  Every touch caused a shimmy of clenches to pass through him, meaning that he shuddered almost constantly as he lay there, all his inhibitions somehow fading in the face of such intense pleasure.

"That\'s fiiiiiine," he concurred thickly, a few moments after Ichabod\'s question finally registered in his mushy brain.   When told the mortal was used to receiving, he laughed quietly.  "Tha\'s fine too," he murmured, groping downward for both the lube and his partner, knowing he needed to bring the two together (mainly because he\'d begun cheating and peering into Ichabod\'s thoughts when his inexperience was touted, so he picked up the wish-image of what he should do without a problem).

"C\'mere," he demanded without any real authority, sitting up in order to accomplish his and Ichabod\'s reunion that little bit faster - because the sooner he stopped that delicious stroking, the sooner he could bury his yearning member somewhere far better... and bite at the same time.  Urging the mortal to straddle him a little higher up, Kerr initiated another kiss while his deft fingers uncapped lubricant and then moved to cup a firm ass.  He used two hands so it was easy to spread the cheeks with non-slicked fingers and then set about the business of preparing Ichabod to take him in.

Kerr was quite surprised at the pull dipping fingers into a tight hole while they kissed had on him.  There was a sensual rhythm to it that was quite unexpected, given that a large portion of his brain was still boggling over the fact that everything had worked out so smoothly and he\'d got so far with a man; that rhythm was certainly the dominant sensation and he tried very hard not to break it when, after about five minutes, he inserted his tip into the well-prepared hole.  Not ending the kiss, he then lay back on the bed once more, drawing Ichabod with him.

His plan was to keep a hold of the youth\'s ass, to help him slide up and down and, when things got a bit more frenzied, to move his lips down to the mortal\'s throat and bite - hopefully culminating in a fabulous wash of sensations as they came.  Well... that was the plan, anyway.  As far as he knew, Ichabod might like a change of position or may not find as much pleasure in the bite this time... only time would tell.  Still, one rather slick hand did slip around and between them, so that he could close a gently pumping fist over the mortal\'s dick in reciprocation of an earlier reaction.

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Ichabod smiled when he saw Kerr’s reaction to his touches and felt him shudder underneath him. He shuffled up his body at the instruction with no complaints and wrapped his arms around the vampire’s neck as they kissed again. He gave a small murmur of pleasure against his lips as Kerr’s fingers slipped inside him and found himself moving in time with his probing fingers, rubbing his shaft against the vampire’s cool stomach as well. He assumed that Kerr was just taking the initiative, not guessing that he might have been probing into his mind as well as his body. His body quickly relaxed with his touches and he was aching for more by the time Kerr’s fingers slid out from his hole.

His body responded eagerly to Kerr’s gentle touches and he lifted himself up on his knees without breaking the kiss to let Kerr begin to slide into him. The dark haired beauty was larger than Lazarus, but more gentle and moved more slowly which made it overall a more pleasant experience. He lay down over Kerr once more, swirling his tongue around the tongue stud again as he slowly moved his body down, taking more of him into him, slowly getting used to the filling feeling. It stung a little, but Ichabod kept moving, pressing Kerr further into him every time he moved up and down his body, giving a small gasp every now and again when it went faster.

Ichabod’s body shuddered, much like Kerr’s had done when his slick fingers found his penis and began pumping. He began to move faster on top of his companion with the help of Kerr’s hands on his behind and his pulse was racing as Ichabod broke the kiss as he panted with the effort for a moment. “That’s so good,” he breathed, drawing out his words as his muscles tightened around Kerr with the pleasure of his touches.

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"Mmmm," Kerr agreed, his airy tone describing an arch in octaves, rising and falling like a short rainbow as his chest filled with pleasure.  Good was an understatement; it was downright heavenly.  He fought the urge to shift his hips upward harder and faster than Ichabod was dictating the pace should be, feeling the build in his balls and knowing the rhythm would take over as soon as their bodies reached that synchronised moment of frenzy, that point where control was lost.

He was hungry for it - starving - but he also wanted to prolong this.  Of course, his lips made their own way along Ichabod\'s jaw and down to his throat of their accord at about that time, and he bit instinctively.  All was lost then... or perhaps found?  He couldn\'t be sure.  All he was aware of was that his inner demon lashed upward, surging feverish bloodlust through his being and screaming out its glory as Ichabod\'s blood splashed into his mouth and down over his deepest hungers, right as he began the instinctive plunges and withdrawals into the mortal tunnel he\'d anticipated.

He didn\'t last long at all.  One of his hands was squeezing Ichabod\'s ass, helping to grind him up and down, the other was sliding furiously along the penis wedged between them and his lips were locked over the open vein at his throat.  Everywhere... there was sensuality, pleasure, satisfaction, lust and... he exloded far more quickly than he might have liked to, unable to resist succumbing to it all.  He\'d not anticipated being this enslaved, but feeding while fucking... was fucking awe inspiring and his spirit soared to heights that left him dizzy.