He couldn't trust that laugh, but fuck did it make him a shiver with pleasure to feel his sire's throat vibrate around his cock. Judas thrust his hips up in response, burying more of himself into that mouth, groaning with the scraping of teeth on his most tender skin. He lost himself in the sensation that he forgot what the vampire was laughing at to begin with. When Mitch answered him with words, something in Judas darkened. It was no secret that he had enjoyed Mitchelletto the last time they fcked - when he was a human, before the bastard had killed him - but the barbaric denial of lubrication for their little foray was ridiculous and cruel. Had Mitchelletto not been significantly older, had his stiff cock not been pressing so nicely against his ass, and that mouth not tearing his thoughts away from him, Judas would have tried to push the other off of him. His want was too strong, his cock too hard, and the nihilistic high from the Scaeri venom still lingered, reminding him that nothing was real anyway - not even the pain and discomfort of Mitch's efforts to warm him up.
As Mitch's lips and teeth settled on his skin, nipping and licking in some rough pattern on his neck, something inside of him submitted to the other. He lay almost powerless in the pleasure and instinctual desire for Mitch as if he were human again, acting like some dog to its owner by offering him his neck plainly to do with as he would. A red hot prickle of discomfort oozed into his pleasurable state, tainting the experience while keeping him hard.
He braced himself for the discomfort and pain as Mitch entered him, doing his best to relax and keep himself accommodating for the girth of the other. Judas was surprised to see the slowness of the pace, the mercy of it. He was silently thankful for it and suspicious of it; it only meant that there was more in store than he was probably not prepared for. With grimaces of discomfort, he accepted Mitch to his hilt, groaning on every stroke in and out. Had Mitch's arousal not flooded into him through that annoying bond between them, he may have lost interest in the situation altogether, the small hums of pleasure unable to distract him from the pain and friction.
He had spent too much of his life on his back or on his knees to be unskilled in dealing with this sort of thing; there had always been men who lacked the forethought to think about lube and friction during a fck. Fortunately, he was no longer human and had little to worry about. So as his sire thrust himself into his ass, his solid thighs pounding against Judas' in rhythmic fashion, that surge of euphoria and the ricocheting satisfaction of Judas' pain reverberating back to him, Judas kept himself as relaxed and open as possible to whatever pleasure he could gather. Eventually there would be a growing sense of numbness in which he could recover. As Mitch fcked him, Judas stroked himself back into hardness, groaning into a pillow caught between his clenched teeth.
When Mitchelletto finally came inside of him, the burst of wetness brought a sort of stinging relief in his as and the skins slipped past each other easier. He had been expecting Mitch to leave him after a few softening pumps, leaving him used and hard to deal with on his own, but his sire had other intentions. When Mitch remained, shifted the tilt of his hips and drove that rod deeper into him with more vigor, Mitch was able to rub against that electric place. Judas mouth dropped open again and for the first time since he had entered him, pleasure began to mount and override the intensity of the pain. The sensation of the slip of Mitch's cum-slicked prick in his as let him relax more and actually enjoy the pressure and pull.
The command made him warm with pleasure as chills began on arms and an aching opened in his chest. He was building, despite the rawness of his orifice, each push of flesh stripping him of his reason and his unnecessary breath as if he were looking down the drop of a cliff. There was a growl mounting in the pit of his belly with every thrust against that electric place deep in him that made his hands seek Mitch's neked hips, his shoulders, his hands, anything that could be grabbed and dug into in the pleasure. The intensity of the moment was overwhelming, different than any other fck he had ever experienced before - even more than the first and only other time they had fcked. Judas couldn't fathom it, and couldn't focus on it, the need too much. The sensation of needing to piss, the chills on his thighs, the moaning and grunting and raw tenderness of his soft skins carried him as Mitch's hands brought him closer to his peak. Judas closed his eyes and burst all over himself, all over Mitch's hand as he stroked him through orgasm, painting himself as he was stroked and fcked, grunting and moaning his way down as his sire filled him again, his cum slicking that cok and Judas' puckered ass hole squeegeeing a dripping pool down his ass cheeks.
He looked up at his sire as he cooled, his dick slackening and turning soft in the other's hand. Needlessly, he panted (a habit had hadn't gotten out of since his human days, just like breathing in his sleep) from the exertion of the act, short though it all was. He became keenly aware of his entire being, from the wetness in his ass to the cramp beginning in his hips to that invisible tether that connected the two of them. The intensity of their shared orgasm brought his attention to the older vampire and Judas became aware of how his high had essentially dissolved sometime during their fuck.