Harm was an instinctive sub, compelled to please his partner in everything. Tonight, that partner was not just a man, but a vampire. Harm relished the feel of his cock on his tongue, swallowing the tip as far down his throat as he could get it, wanting to confirm that what he knew of men also applied to vampires. Of course it did. Every time his dark-ringed aquamarine eyes looked up into Ben's face he saw lust and joy and passion, wrought by him. The pleasure of it throbbed between his legs, squeezed by his own hand when his own need for contact became too much.
When his head was yanked off Ben's dick, he was hypersensitivity aware of how it exposed his throat and his pulse leapt in anticipation. Ben wasn't rough but his hold was assured and his orders gruff. The needy, frustrated thing in Harm that suffered every time Luke pulled away from him relished Ben's treatment, wishing for more, to be squeezed and moved and flipped around. To have his strength used instead of quelled. The sight of the fang being tongued held Harm transfixed with wonder, rising up on his knees to get instinctively closer.
He scrambled eagerly onto the bed, on his back as instructed, expecting Ben to bite him. In a way, he did, but the fellatio blindsided him. Harm slid into a warm pool of bliss, gasping and crying out every time Ben changed tempo or pressure on his cock. He clutched at the sheet, finding it too smooth to get a decent grip on so he played with Ben's head instead, brushing fingers through his hair, cupping his head (but not pressing it onto himself, as instinct cried out for), caressing his ears and feeling his jaw work beneath his cheeks.
When Ben's fingers got involved, Harm did a lot of swearing. He writhed helplessly, fighting the build to make it last, touching Ben and begging him with whimpers, sighs and moans. In between the begging came the encouraging, the declarations of how much he liked Ben fingering his ass, wishing for his cock instead, commending him on the things that made Harm zing. He bucked his hips as little as possible, trying to think about... well, anything, really. It was surprisingly difficult to do. When Ben's mouth reached his neck, his mindlessness knew a single focus: the bite, here it comes, the bite, here it comes...
At first, there was the sting from the punctures but that faded into a wash of warmth travelling along his artery to his chest. It was insubstantial yet undeniably there and Harm was fascinated by the sensation of it being drawn to his heart before it was pushed out and into the rest of his body. It took Harm's focus away from the fingers in his ass. In fact, it took focus from everything as it suffused his veins. It felt like Harm's whole body ground to a stop, like a reset button had been flicked and Harm powered down, aware only of the heat of his own blood pumping through his veins, sustaining his life in a suspended moment of nothingness.
There was a moment of complete stillness and sublime peace and Harm languished in the lull.
He had time to mourn the fact that he was the first type after all when something strange happened. He realised quickly that he had it wrong when the calm ebbed away. The reset that caused his body to lag was less of a frozen moment and more of a gathering of power. The reset was, in fact, the kind of preternatural stillness that precedes a natural disaster, that moment of tension filled with such imposing potential that birds are silenced, animals hide and the world itself seems to hold its breath.
Harm sucked in a huge breath himself, his eyelids flying open and his body arching rigidly beneath Ben as the tsunami crashed inside him. He spasmed at the height of his arc, his body seizing beneath the force crashing through him, obliterating anything even close to peace. Electricity and desire surged through him, lighting up every cell in his body as he exhaled loudly and dropped flat onto the mattress again. He sucked in another breath just to cry out, a guttural, feral noise of lust so loud they would have heard him in the next room. "Fuck!' was the word his cry rode out of his lungs on and with that exclamation, his body was released from its stupor.
"Fuck me, oh please fuck me," he begged, clawing and writhing and grinding deliriously on Ben's fingers. His blood had turned to crawling ants and they were setting fire to his veins. He couldn't be stilled, he was driven wild with the urge to impale himself, to be filled and have his cock encased at the same time, the desire stronger than anything he'd ever felt in his life. He panted and reached blindly for his dick, pumping it manically unless Ben could sort himself out to get there first.
He was a writhing, seething, boiling exposed nerve, mindless in his desire to be smothered and pierced and doused because the fire of Ben's mouth at his throat, sucking his blood was everywhere, leaving him gaping and empty in a way he hadn't even known was possible. "Please, I need you to fuck me, please," he panted, his heels drumming wildly against the backs of Ben's thighs as he tried to shove him into him, his ass grinding downwards brutally and his back arching again as he reached for his cock. He needed Ben more than he needed air.
