Empty Halls

[Shadowstorm]

Nitor\'s gasped increased in intensity, moaning low into that hard grazing of their mouths, pushed violently into a bloody kiss.
A trickle of crimson snaked it\'s way down his chin like a guilty smear of a messy eater after indulging.
And that he was, arching against that stroking touch through his loose linen trousers.

A moment later, with reddened lips and agitated fever, Nitor put his hands on Jenno\'s shoulders, pushing him back against the wall, toward the desk.
An urging movement went to spin him, one of Nitor\'s own hands snaking down toward his groin, where he loosened the belt, allowing himself freed from the restriction of his clothing, standing in nothing but the robe sliding down his shoulders.

[pinkroses]

Jenno let Nitor push him backwards until he banged against the desk and his pale fingers clenched around the edge of the wood and he dug in his fingernails as he watched him, licking the blood from his lips. He’d almost completely forgotten about the room mate’s presence and turned around at the urging of Nitor’s strong fingers, his own erection rubbing against the desk as he reached behind him and grabbed for Nitor’s behind, pulling him closer as his other hand did exactly as Nitor’s had been doing and loosening his clothing, letting his trousers drop down. His head turned so that he could watch Nitor’s movements from where he was as he leant forwards over the desk expectant and ready as he spread his legs.

“Come on then,” he murmured, his dark eyes fixed as well as they could be on Nitor’s from the angle he was at, eager and willing for whatever the other student would do to him.

[Shadowstorm]

With the silk black sash of his robes, Nitor wound a blindfold around the boy\'s eyes, tying the knot tight at the back of his head before whispering,
"Close all other senses..."

Following his strange remark, fingertips slid so lightly down the exposed frame of his partner, quietly admiring the beautiful skin that was now his canvas upon which to paint a scene of carnal desire.
Those dark eyes made him seem too...
Alive.

With hands grasping at his own heated skin, nails dug into Jenno\'s shoulders, forcing him down onto the desk, the knot of his sash bobbing gently as Nitor\'s hips pushed forward to obey his uttered request.

[pinkroses]

Jenno tensed up a little at the blindfold, but didn’t protest or attempt to stop it. His other senses immediately perked up, listening to Nitor’s heavy breathing and feeling his fingers playing over his own smooth, pale skin. He leant over as urged to, his fingers gripping the wooden desk and he let out a moan of mixed pleasure and pain as Nitor finally pressed his hot erection into Jenno with no preparation. Behind the blindfold Jenno squeezed his eyes shut, forcing his body to relax rather than tense up with the pain of being entered so roughly, fortunately he had his body well trained and it didn’t take too much effort.

His breathing matched Nitor’s, gasping for breath as his body instinctively moved, pressing back against his companion and forcing him in further as one hand dropped to his own erection and he began to pump in time with the rhythm of Nitor’s thrusts.

[Shadowstorm]

[I\'ve missed youuuu~ <3]

Satisfied with the rhythmic gasps, Nitor\'s hips rocked with the same timing, breaking himself into a perfectly timed pattern.
Now that those emotional eyes were no longer watching him so carefully, with their long lashes and questioning gaze.
He just...couldn\'t stand that feeling of scrutiny...no, no, with the knot bobbing at the back of his head as Jenno\'s hands slid down his own body, he was beautiful. Oh, yes...much more so.
He was better this way, his bare back arched.

Smiling to himself between his pleasured sounds, Nitor traced his fingers over the vertebrae visible beneath the skin where Jenno\'s spine curved in such a smooth arch.
Simple visual pleasures.

The rhythm continued, the gasping turning to moans, to long and half-strained utterances of pleasure, restrained by keeping his lips tightly together.
Despite this continuation, a sudden sharp pain shot across Jenno\'s shoulder as something sharp pierced the skin, sticky crimson warmth trickling down his chest, and the tickling feeling of something soft brushing his cheek, perhaps just Nitor teasing his senses again..

[pinkroses]

Jenno gave a gasp of surprise and pain as he felt something pierce his shoulder blade and his body tensed up as he pressed back against Nitor. He didn’t pull away from it though, he lifted a hand and pulled the blindfold down from his eyes, turning his head to look sideways to see what his companion was doing and making sure it wasn’t too serious. A little pain he could handle, he just liked to know what it was and make sure it wasn’t going to cause any lasting damage. His hips continued to move, unwilling to stop the pleasure that was sending through his body.

The mix of pleasure and pain was nice, the shock of the pain off set the pleasure nicely, enhancing it delightfully. They only bit he didn’t like was the surprise and not knowing exactly what was happening.

[Shadowstorm]

Drawing back across his shoulder were strands of cherry red hair, a freezing cold hand snaking it\'s way across the front of his neck carefully as the blindfold dropped.
As if in a trance, Nitor\'s room-mate was arched over the shorter boy with his eyes half-closed and his long bony fingers tracing little lines across this new victim\'s veins - seemingly ignoring Nitor and his whimpers.

In fact, Nitor seemed to be ignoring him as well, until he reached an arm back, and slid two fingers up the back of their new companion, playing across sallow skin none-too-gently.
His head dipped, muffling his moans by biting into Jenno\'s other shoulder, the redhead lifting gradually to meet eyes with Jenno.
With blood staining his bottom lip, he ran a tongue over his teeth...

[pinkroses]

Jenno watched Nitor’s roommate steadily, still vaguely aware of Nitor himself still thrusting into him. He took a slow breath and instinctively ran a tongue over his lips as the redhead’s tongue moved. If the vampire hadn’t already bitten him Jenno might have struggled and tried to get away, but the bite was already having an effect on him, making him relax and it was really quite a pleasant feeling… as long as he didn’t die. He knew exactly what was going on straight away and didn’t flinch as Nitor’s teeth dug into his shoulder.

The dark haired boy lifted a hand from the table and reached over his shoulder to lightly touch the red strands of hair. It really was a fascinating situation, Jenno had seen vampires and studied them before, but he’d never actually been fed from by one. If the redhead was surviving in the school he couldn’t be killing everyone he fed from, so Jenno knew he probably wasn’t in that much danger.

“Keep going, but don’t kill me,” he said quietly. His voice didn’t sound demanding, but it didn’t sound like a plea either. It sounded like Jenno had resigned himself to what was going on, and didn’t really care what happened, although he would prefer to survive if given the choice.