Vices

[Trillian]

Win just laughed at Gable's assessment of his sire; he'd enjoyed the 'take no prisoners' behaviour that Lazarus displayed most frequently, but there'd been soft, sensitive moments with him as well. It only made those exchanges more special because Win knew Lazarus didn't often let his guard down. He used, he abused and rarely did he give anything back. Very few people had a tolerance for such things nowadays.

When his head was jerked back, Win peered down his lashes at Gable, moaning his delight at the attention to his throat. The confession didn't feel big to him at all, rather it seemed a small concession to Win's pull. He was pleased but until Gable actually contacted him he wasn't going to pin his hopes on it. He'd already been let down once with someone who interested him. He had a peculiar idea that boarding at the Luminary had scared Ichabod off. He wondered if it would be the same with Gable. Was it because it announced some kind of political preference? He noticed that there was a campaign going on, and that Ben and his staff had been pushing hard for guests to vote while they were in town and staying in Central District. He'd voted for Ben for no other reason that he was staying at the Luminary for free and was hoping to get a chance to fuck him one night. He hadn't met the other guy.

The request pulled Win out of his temporary reverie. He grinned, his head still pulled back, but he could feel Gable was keen for more. He was also growing at the idea of it, his cock twitching and thickening between their bodies. He recalled that the human had pulled out two lube packets and they'd only used one, but there were other options.

"Here in the shower?" Soap made for good lube in a pinch.

[Existentially Odd]

"Mmm, whatever," Gable hummed, surrendering his control to the vampire. Now the night would go like it usually did, though he felt a pang in letting the power go back to Win. He'd enjoyed being in charge. There were definite benefits to giving up, though. Like getting creatively fucked.

Showers weren't as sexy as they looked in movies, in his opinion. Usually you ended up shivering because you moved out of the warm spray but you got stuck where you were at because you finally managed to get connected in a way that was working for both of you. So you stayed, you came, you washed up (that was convenient) you got out with wrinkled skin and some regrets.

But this was the unicorn. Maybe he could pull it off. He pulled his hands out of Win's hair, dropping them to his hips and looking at him intently, waiting to see what he was going to do with his soap.

[Trillian]

Kissing was next. Hard kissing and touching beneath the spray. Win wasn't in a hurry to get them moving until he had the soap in his hands. He shifted out of the water so it wouldn't wash the suds away that he was building up. Instead of ordering Gable here or there, he used his body to move him, directing him with a step this way or that, pushing with his chest or being a little firmer with his hand while caressing. Eventually, he gripped the shower head and directed it mostly at Gable, letting it cascade over him even as Win pushed him against the wall and downward so he was bent slightly at the waist.

"Use the wall and brace yourself," Win said with a smile and brief laugh before soapy fingers followed the crevasse to Gable's butthole. Water didn't quite reach Gable's round cheeks, waterfalling off his sides instead. Win pushed a finger in and out, soaping it up a little more when it came out and when his hand was white with it he pushed two fingers in next. Stretching a little quicker but taking time to play with Gable's g-spot, finding the difference inside of his body immediately and stroking it until Gable was gasping and pushing back. He'd soaped his erection while this was going on so that his entire length, hair and balls were slick. As soon as those fingers came out his cock went in, his hands gripping Gable's hips and forcing him to either bend his knees more or straighten them until each thrust in felt amazing for him. He reached around once Gable was in position and gripped his cock with a soapy hand, stroking it in time with his thrusts.

[Existentially Odd]

Gable took all Win's physical cues placidly, enjoying the dominance in his kisses, the confidence of his touches. It didn't take long before his body was caught up in the familiar heat of arousal, his attention persistently captured by the hard planes of the vampire's body and the smooth slickness of his skin.

Being positioned in the spray's warmth while the important bits that needed to be slippery were made thus was pleasant, being told to brace against the wall making him feel competitive. It signalled events were truly about to begin in earnest and he wasn't disappointed. His sighs echoed around the tiled room as he was fingered, breathy and wanton. Stroking the bundle of nerves buried in his ass initially had him gritting his teeth and then crying out as he pushed back, wanting more.

The transition from fingers to cock was slick but didn't stop Gable exclaiming over the difference between them. He was suddenly stuffed full with a delicious, hard dick and things got even hazier when Win reached around to pump him. He reached blindly for walls to support him, his hands pressed to the tiles as he was serviced. His knees began to tremble from the exertion but he blocked it out, he blocked everything out except the perfect rhythm of being fucked and milked simultaneously.

"Jesus... Win... fuck... Win," he panted, the vampire's name a lament of passion and a victory cry. Gable was a lot louder and vocal when he was being fucked, squeaks and sighs and tremulous groans floating out of him with each thrust, guttural grunts and satisfied breaths filling the bathroom every time Win's dick filled him to his limit. It was perfect and everything rose relentlessly to a predictable climax, his entire body going rigid as intense waves of pleasure stole his rationality and turned him into a vessel of pure sensation.

"I'm... cumming!" he gasped, though he really didn't need to give any warning because the tiles his cum sprayed on didn't care and Win would have felt the telltale contractions of his body tightening around his cock in preparation. When it was done, his legs gave way, every muscle in his body wobbling with the exertion of his third orgasm and unless Win caught him, Gable was likely to slide down the wall and onto the floor in an exhausted puddle of bliss.

[Trillian]

Win held off for the last couple of minutes, concentrating on his stamina even though the sounds Gable made - interspersed with his name - had him wanting to let go. He'd been thrusting with abandon, the angle one that put a lot of work on his calves and thighs but paid off with the ability to almost pull all the way out before inserting himself all the way in again. Each stroke was like a masterpiece so when Gable made his announcement, his body shuddering and vibrating, he took Win with him.

Win had been bracing himself against the side of the shower wall but abandoned that when Gable began to sink. His arm snuck around Gable's side, across his chest and then splayed his hand near the mortal's shoulder. He leant Gable back into him, supporting them both and still holding Gable's dick as it began to shrink in his hand. His own cock slid out of Gable's body, depleted.

He had no idea how long they stood there, the water spraying upon Gable's front, his racing heart slowing to something more sedate. Win bit with his front teeth, gnawing gently on Gable's shoulder even as the mortal was bowed slightly backwards upon him. He licked the steam and sweat off Gable's body, waiting for the mortal to find his feet once more.

[Existentially Odd]

Gable was spent and he had to concede. Once he was certain he could stand, he located the soap to clean himself but Win helped him more than he helped himself, which was both surprising and humiliating. His muscles were like jelly and they wouldn't stop shaking. When he was satisfied that he was clean enough, he climbed out of the shower with excruciating care, not wanting to slip. He didn't think he even had the strength to catch himself if he did. What the fuck had this vampire done to him?

The worst of it was that he knew he'd have to rest before he left. Usually, it was a matter of thanks and seeya and he was out of the motel before they were. Not tonight. Tonight was for goddamn unicorns and breakdowns, apparently. He grabbed a towel and, not having the energy to dry, secured it around his waist as he wobbled his way into the bedroom, feeling like a colt on new legs.  He collapsed on the bed like he was going to go to sleep, though one foot remained off it and touching the floor. His escape plan. Very wily.

"I think you broke me," he chuckled, sensing Win come into the room. He had an arm thrown across his eyes, the other resting on his hip, so he couldn't see for sure.

[Trillian]

Win crawled onto the bed beside Gable, though he gave him a little space. He lay on his side and formed a triangle from his shoulder to his elbow to his hand, which his head rested upon. He looked down at the human, his smile broad and satiated. A sleepy-eyed gaze roamed Gable's body.

"Spoon with me until you recover," Win suggested, the smile heard in his voice. "Do you want big or little?" He reached out to touch Gable's upper chest, arm and shoulder. So much for giving him space. Win couldn't help himself. The mortal was tasty and hot and he could have any number of helpings. Even seconds, while all-consuming, didn't have to be the end to their sexy buffet.

[Existentially Odd]

Gable lifted his arm off his eyes to peer at the vampire as he requested spooning. Fucking spooning? He looked serious, and he started pawing at Gable like a cat wanting attention.

“Um, I dunno,” Gable answered, looking like he’d been offered a choice between salted shit or spiced rubber. The way he talked about recovery made it sound like he thought Gable had a fourth in him. He sincerely doubted it.

“Little, I guess,” he mumbled because he didn’t have the inclination or the energy to do more than roll onto his side. He lifted his foot up in the process and waited for Win to wrap around him. He was uncomfortable with this touchy feely turn of events.

[Trillian]

Win picked up on the body language too late. The facial expression also added a sour element to Gable's acceptance. Win remained as he was, watchful and hopeful, though he pulled his hand away.

At Gable's reluctant acceptance, Win's smile broadened in spite of knowing that only he was looking forward to this. Once Gable was in position for spooning, Win pressed himself against him, his cool body moulding to Gable's warm one and closed his eyes.

He could feel and hear Gable's heartbeat, his arm wrapped over and around the human so his hand could press against Gable's chest. His own body was silent, though energised and feeling good because of everything they'd done. He didn't understand why casual lovers were so quick to run out of the door and not experience this part of sex - the winding down, the closeness. Sex would feel unfinished without it. Less satisfying once they went their separate ways. He'd missed having this as much as he'd missed having someone inside him.

He didn't talk, rub or grind. He held Gable and appreciated whatever little time he was allowed to embrace him for.

[Existentially Odd]

It was awkward at first. Gable felt self-conscious, like he was expected to do something and he didn't have a clue what it might be. As time passed, however, he relaxed into Win's hold. It wasn't awful. It would've been worse if he'd wanted to share feelings but... it was just contact. Not too far removed from what they'd been doing all night, really, just slower.

His thoughts drifted, though not very far. Only as far as the vampire at his back and his unusual nature. "So... how do I contact you?" he asked awkwardly, having been told he'd be met anywhere, anytime. He shouldn't be interested. It was dangerous to get invested but... it was tempting. Different. Alluring. He could try it once. Couldn't hurt.

[Trillian]

"I have a cellphone," Win replied. "We can swap numbers. Or I can give you my number, if that's easier for you," he offered.

He wasn't sure that he would hear from Gable again but he could recognise an exit strategy when he heard one. He wriggled away from the warm and sexy human and then crawled across the bed before stepping off it to collect his pants. He could feel the bulge of the phone in them and he pulled it out and tossed it onto the bed before stepping into his underwear, followed by the rest of his clothing.

He snuck looks at Gable as he dressed.

[Existentially Odd]

Gable shivered as the cool air swirled across his back in Win's absence. His body heat had been shared with the vampire during their spoon so he was surprised by how much he missed Win when he was gone. He sat up and watched him start dressing, only shifting his gaze to the phone on the bed once the view wasn't as interesting.

He picked it up and tested it, finding there was no passcode. He navigated to the contacts section, uncertain about whether he should put his name in or not... even as he started to type. He only put his first name and his personal mobile number - the one he never accessed at work and very few people had knowledge of. The one that was in his pants pocket right now. Once his number was in, he rang himself so he'd have Win's number, watching his pants dance to the vibrations before he cut the call off. He held Win's phone towards him as he got up to get dressed as well. His legs were still unused to bearing his weight, it seemed.

"I only receive calls on that number outside work hours so text is probably best. I start work early and I'm there late most nights so don't be surprised if I don't answer you until after ten," he warned. It felt weird to give Win the power to contact him but he figured it couldn't hurt. It would only be seen away from prying eyes, in his own home. He'd get Gable's number the first time he called, anyway. He supposed Win might be the clingy type but that intrigued him, too. He'd never hooked up with the same vampire twice but Win... well, he was a fucking unicorn.

[Trillian]

Win's smile was broad and unhindered. His pleasure visible for Gable to see.

"Ten is the start of my evening," he pointed out. It was supposed to be casual but had come out a little more needy than he'd intended. He wanted to say more, to detract from his statement, but he couldn't think of anything so he lowered his eyes and stared at the phone for a moment before tucking it into his pants once more. He gave Gable a heated look before turning away and grabbing his shirt off the floor so he could put that on.

The buttons weren't that interesting but he did his best to focus on them as he did them up, so they wouldn't be misaligned.

[Existentially Odd]

Gable caught Win's look and was surprised to feel his groin retract. Despite being completely spent, despite losing all the blood he could, his body still responded to the vampire just looking at him. He was acting like some bitch in heat, ready to take him on again even though he was physically drained. What the fuck was wrong with him?

The realisation he was so susceptible to the vampire's influence was a bit like vertigo; disorienting and scary. There'd been maybe two men that'd ever had that much of an effect on him and they were very far in his past and very human. This was uncharted territory and he was wary of making moves that would dash him up against rocks and destroy him. He'd just have to be extra careful.

"So we're... it'd be for fucking, right? That's what we're talking about, right? Meeting when we want to, not just when you can drink from me... right?" he asked, feeling foolish and repetitive but rolling with some pretty big waves in this unnavigated ocean. He needed to know the rules of engagement.

He tucked his buttoned shirt into his pants, staring hard at Win.

[Trillian]

"Yeah," Win said, looking up while his hands stalled on his buttons. His shirt was almost all the way done. "You'll need time to recover from the drinking and, and if you... want to..." Win looked down at his buttons, toying with the second last fastening as he considered his words, "hook up in the meantime, I'm game."

The words 'hook up' came out a little more stressed, a touch louder than the rest of the words that huddled around it.