Throwback to Bloodlines. Listen to this.Cain may have been only to hear the thumping base, but Jimmy's heightened senses allowed him to softly, although clearly, hear the fast paced and grungy beat. It made him want to dance up on Cain, but they had other priorities first. He loved the way they glowed in the blues, reds and purples of their environment. Cain was currently framed in the brightest blue, coming from a moving spotlight, while the good doctor was bathed in red. He liked that he was a tad shorter. Dominance had nothing to do with physicality when you were a vampire. It was about the mind. Who controlled the conversation? Who had others to serve them? Who had mortals worshiping at the alter of their dicks? He pitted vampires who always felt the need to look more powerful than their prey. If any random mortal saw them on the street they'd likely assume Cain was courting Jimmy, not the other way around. He was a wolf in sensible, although cute, clothing.
He moved in and closed what little distance existed between their bodies, his eyes still looking deeply into Cain's. Then he closed his and went in to kiss the lad. He figured it was cool. His aura was practically screaming,
bite me. But Jimmy wanted to taste his lips first. You learned a lot about someone by how they kissed you. Cain's lips were full, sweet tasting, and quickly gave way to accommodate Jimmy's mouth and tongue. The heat from his mouth and breath excited Jimmy even more, and he finished unbuttoning his shirt. He took Cain's hands and ran them down his smooth, trim torso, ending just above his belt. He wondered if Cain would go to undo it. He wouldn't make him though. It was more fun if it was his choice to be naughty.
Oh there would be much more kissing in the future. Cain was so good at it, and the boy's hunger seemed to rival his own. He contained it better, but there was a beast within this polite young man, a pit of want and desire almost as deep as his own. Jimmy would have so much fun drawing out this human's beast. But first, the bite. Once he had kissed his plenty, and ran his hands all over Cain's impressive physique, he moved his kissing to the neck. There were so many arteries other than the one in the neck. The femoral artery was near the prostate, and if Cain liked a sexual feed there was no better. For now though he'd settle with the neck. Maybe later in the night he'd have this boy's legs wrapped around his shoulders and then he could pass on that delight. He did want to please his companion. That was clear. He wasn't some normal, fresh off the bus from Iowa boy, he'd feed from and discard. James really liked him, and Jimmy loved destroying the things that brought James joy.
He bit down, and noticed that the pair's kissing had caused Cain to sweat a bit. He liked the salty, watery preview for the delicious and fantastic meal. The taste, other than hot and metallic, was top quality. How was this kid not already a prime pet for someone? Another image dropped into his mind of a man he didn't know. He considered he might've seen him at the trial. He was Irish and had a tongue stud and was currently dancing a fox trot with a muscular drag-queen. The word
favorite echoed in Jimmy's mind as he sucked. Sometimes the sight made no fucking sense. He pushed Cain's body up against the mirror, and lifted up his shirt so their torsos could touch. Jimmy's bulge would be felt by Cain, and as he sucked more and more sustenance, he grinded against the lad, feeling the multiple pleasures of feeding and sexual acts. Once he had taken enough so that he could potentially feed from Cain again later, he bit his tongue and licked the wound closed. He was a neat and tidy beast.
Now they stood, bodies connected, bulges pulsing on one another, and Jimmy held Cain's muscular frame in his arms, his hand meeting around the small of his back. He'd come out of the feeding trance soon, and he'd find his partner holding him and waiting for him. He wanted him to feel respected, and not like the trash he feared he was. Wait, was that a vision or a guess? Jimmy smiled at the uncertainty.