Rooftop Romance

[Black Philip]

Continued from Man Crush Mondays
Reserved

Jake had the car service waiting by the time he and Arik got downstairs and out the door. Riley was driving, and quickly popped the partition that separated the driver's and the passenger's area. The White Rabbit had served it's purpose, giving Jake an easy meeting location and the ability to step away quickly if things had gone sour. However, they hadn't gone sour. In fact, they were going great. Jake rested his hand inside one of Arik's much bigger ones. He wasn't sure if the shifter wanted to hook up in the car, their physical chemistry upstairs suggesting that's where the night was eventually heading. Jake didn't allow things to get that far, if Arik did end up trying. He accepted any kisses offered, and was more than fine feeling the tall man's heat by cuddiling in the back. However, he wanted more than a quick shag, no matter how attractive his partner was. He wanted them to get to know one another, and enjoy one another. Sex was only a small part of that.

The car raced through the city, heading south by major, well lit roads. It didn't take more than a half hour before they were pulling up to metal gates, and an electronic code box waiting on the perimeter. The actual building was twenty stories high, pre war with red bricks and a marble front. It was classic and modern, a restored historical landmark, but with all the 21st century perks of modern living. Once they were dropped off, the pair headed inside to see a fat, mortal secuirty guard watching some kind of "She murdered him for money" kind of show.

"Evening Mr. McCloud. Welcome home."

Jake thanked his employee, informing the mortal that he would not be leaving tonight. The human guard made some kind of mark in a book. "And your guest? Name?"

Jake let Arik speak for himself, and after a few more scribbles, the arbiter of elevators hit a button under his desk, opening a pair of lift doors. Jake and Arik seemed cramped in the moving, metal box, his height being a problem. Jake was sure Arik was used to being too big for most places, but he wondered whether or not they shouldn't have taken the stairs. Once they reached the sixteenth floor, the doors opened into a neat hallway, filled with runners and art. Prolific looking wooden doors held apartments for those who could afford them, and the hallway was lit dimly. They reached a second elevator, this time requiring Jake to scan his eye for verification. The second elevator opened directly into Jake's penthouse. They entered into a wide open living room, although most of the furniture was covered in white sheets.

The most notable fixture was a wrought iron spiral staircase that led to a hatch in the ceiling. The room was designed around the central fixture, Jake pulling off the white sheets to reveal a leather sofa, coffee table, and several bookshelves. The walls were filled with art, most of it paintings with a few pieces of sculpture hugging the walls. It was a far more sophisticated look than the White Rabbit, or Jake's more public face. A large bay window overlooked the city, and by itself was a wonderful view. A kitchen was just through an archway, marble counters and cabinets made of dark wood fitting in well with the overall theme of the place. It was desolate of food, like most vampire kitchens.

Two doors were catty cornered to the kitchen's entrance. One was Sam's old bedroom, and Scott's before her. The other led to his.

"Welcome," Jake said, once he was sure Arik had time to look around. "Need anything? Water? I don't have any food but we can order you something if you like."

Jake didn't add his dinner was already here, but a vein in Arik's neck was already calling out to him, making his hunger grow. "We're going to head up to the roof in a second."

[Existentially Odd]

Arik followed Jake to the car silently, watching the shorter man intently. He drank in the way he walked, the way he spoke to his staff, the look in his eyes and the line of his shoulders. He moved with a grace Arik identified as belonging to an alpha; there was strength in his stride yet his footfalls were light and agile, suggesting he could fight - or avoid such a consequence skilfully, at the very least. He walked purposefully and confidently yet gave off the appearance of indifference. Again, the contradictions intrigued.

When they settled into the car, Arik did his best not to invade Jake's space, sticking to his side of the seat and arranging his long legs so that they didn't cross into Jake's territory. He enjoyed the anticipation inherent in their journey, the uncertainty of their destination. Jake seemed intent on him enjoying the trip because he smiled and chatted, cuddling close but not touching him like he had in the booth. Arik found he was disappointed there were no other moves made but he respected Jake enough not to try anything, either. Anticipation was key, he reminded himself.

"Arik Leander," he answered dutifully once they were past the imposing gates of Dante's Inferno and in the lobby. He didn't rate the guard's ability to actually defend the building so there was some scorn in his tone when he gave his name but he did his best to keep it civil. There was also the awkward implication that the guard wanted to know if he was leaving. He had work in the morning so he should head out after a while... and if he didn't, would that be because he and Jake were in bed? He was willing to go where the vampire led but that didn't equate to him boldly telling the guard one way or the other whether or not he'd be leaving tonight.

He did his best to drape himself against the back wall of the elevator while they rode in it, slouching so that Jake didn't feel overwhelmed (he hoped) but watching him intently. The lift of the box flying upward did pleasant things to his tummy, making him wish Jake was standing closer. The second ride was much shorter and deposited them at their final destination at last. Arik's gazed roved over the place, the sheets on the furniture arousing his curiosity immediately. Jake obviously hadn't been here in a while.

Sensing he was okay to explore, Arik prowled around the perimeter of the main room, pausing at the bay window to admire the view before he continued on. He headed back towards Jake, sneezing as some dust from the disturbed covers got into his nose. Despite his size and frame, Arik's sneeze was high-pitched, wet-sounding and delicate. It didn't sound like it had come from him at all.

"Some water would be great, thanks," he answered when he was offered a choice of refreshments. The way Jake was looking at him was intense and caused butterflies to take flight in his stomach. Arik had stopped a metre or so away from the vampire but the distance between them was negligible with those eyes directed his way. Arik's lips lifted in a slow, sultry grin as he added, "I'm a little light-headed but I think it's probably because of you." He stared at Jake, willing him to challenge anything he'd said or done, just to give him an excuse to close the distance between them.

[Black Philip]

Jake thought nothing of Arik's answer to the guard, not picking up the cat's apprehensions or scorn. Jake found he liked their difference in size, the elevator really highlighting the difference. He used the enclosed space to run his finger tip down Arik's center, feeling the central line of ab muscles. Jake fantasized being burred under Arik's weight, the feeling of safeness and warmth sounding so appealing. As he fetched Arik water he heard the wet sneeze. It sounded like it had come from a man half Arik's size, and the pitch was nowhere near his speaking voice. He reentered the room and handed Arik a glass of clean water with a few cubes of ice.

"Is your nose as sensitive in human form as cat form," Jake asked thoughtfully. The vampire led them to the spiral staircase. "Mind your head," he instructed, but then began to ascend to the roof hatch. Once in the open air, Jake waited for his date to join, and then walked him towards the ledge.

What Jake offered was a view of downtown, the lights of the tall buildings that made up the bulk of his district twinkled delightfully, and thin clouds could be made out in the night sky. An obscured moon cast some light, but it was mostly the urban lights of the city that lit up the sky. The other edges of the building provided different views, with the east district's lush greenery being one, and the smaller but neat buildings of the west district being the other. To the south, was more south district, and while Arik wouldn't know it, Jake could peep into the parlor of purgatory. Jake sat them near the northern edge, and laid his head down onto Arik's lap.

A greenhouse was the only thing of note, and the bed that was inside it. Arik would have no trouble figuring out why it was there. "This is my favorite spot in the whole city," he explained. "It makes me feel so relaxed. You make me feel relaxed. I can already tell."

[Existentially Odd]

"Uh... I think about the same?" Arik answered the question about his nose's sensitivity with a question and a crooked look because he wasn't sure. It wasn't something he'd ever been given cause to wonder about. "Maybe a bit less sensitive," he decided almost immediately after he'd confessed he didn't know. He grinned at Jake, pleased to have come up with a more decisive answer. He took the water he was offered, disappointed that his line wasn't otherwise reacted to.

Sensing Jake's focus was about getting them up onto the roof, Arik shook it off and concentrated on not hitting his head or spilling his water on the climb up the stairs. He had to lean quite awkwardly to accomplish the task but he was successful. He paused and took a sip at the top, admiring the view from all angles by performing a slow turn on the spot. He eyed the bed thoughtfully then followed Jake to the northern end of the building.

The closer to the edge they got, the more nervous Arik became. Ironically, he didn't love heights. His heart was pounding with fear more than excitement as they sat. The shifter perched on the inside edge as minimally as possible, experiencing a moment of giddiness when he thought of the drop at his back. Forcefully, he pushed it out of his mind, convincing himself that the ledge was very wide, to think about the view instead of the drop and allow the darkness to hide the extremity of it all.

Jake laying so trustingly upon him was a lovely and surprising distraction. It forced his leg to stop jiggling. He had plenty of lap for the vampire to get cosy in but he pressed his thighs together as best he could to give him more space anyway (and tried not to think pervy thoughts about how close he was to his dick). He smiled at being told he relaxed Jake, placing his glass of water down on the ledge beside him after another sip and resting one hand on Jake's waist. He really was a compact little thing.

Despite declaring he felt relaxed, Arik sensed tension in the vampire. Perhaps it was good tension - like Arik was feeling, because they were alone and close together and it was exciting because neither of them knew where this was going or what might happen next - but he thought not. It seemed more like long term, District-Leader-responsibility type tension, wired into Jake's core and inescapable because of his role. Arik's other hand moved to Jake's head because of it, his large paw covering the dome of his head so that his fingertips rested upon Jake's forehead, his thumb near his temple. He began massaging with gentle circles, all fingers moving as one to push Jake's flesh around.

"I'll feel better not being so close to this edge but I'm glad you're feeling relaxed," he murmured with a deep-throated chuckle. "I think I could make you more relaxed, though," he mused, thinking about giving Jake a more thorough massage. Then he realised the way his offer sounded and he snorted a laugh at himself. "I didn't even mean that to sound dirty," he giggled.

[Black Philip]

Jake helped Arik scoot a bit farther back on the ledge, more properly on the roof now. He didn't want him to be uncomfortable. He considered making some joke about cats landing on their feat, or nine lives, but no punch line emerged and so he ate the idea.

Jake found the strength and texture of Arik's hands pleasing as he massaged his scalp. He even let out a soft moan, which didn't help at all with Arik's next comment. Jake had been trying to avoid sex up to this point. He feared it would be a one and done. However, if Arik was serious about being turned, he wouldn't run out after a quick shag. Besides, Jake feared that Arik actually liked him, and would end up seeing him again. It was exciting, but after Murphy, frightening too.

"More relaxed," Jake repeated, then hearing Arik's follow up qualifier. "What's wrong with something a little dirty. We're both men with needs, and just because I want to see you again doesn't mean I don't want to see you with less on."

Jake tilted his head so that his mouth rested on Arik's crotch. If pants were missing, he would've had access to the shifter's dick. Even so, he opened his mouth, running his lips along the crotch line. It was a tease of a move, the kind he hoped would tighten Arik's pants before he removed them. "You need to relax too," Jake spoke into Arik's crotch. "It will help you forget the heights."

[Existentially Odd]

Arik sucked in breath and held it when Jake squirmed in his lap and pressed his lips to the seam of his pants. His hand on Jake's head shifted, becoming less a massage and more a caress as he ran his thumb along an eyebrow and down a prominent cheekbone. His fingers combed lightly through his hair, exploring the texture of it and the softer, more vulnerable scalp beneath. He didn't press Jake's mouth closer but he fucking wanted to. Badly.

He didn't understand Jake. All of his experiences with vampires had been quite straightforward by comparison and he supposed it was because of the potential complexity of their intended relationship but it felt like he was being tested. Teased, even. Yet Jake also struck him as very forthright and a straight move maker. Yes, the contradictions were stacking up but he was skeptical of their genuineness now. They were likely deliberate, to see how he'd react.

"If that's really what you want, why aren't we on that bed?" he challenged, his thumb roving now towards Jake's mouth. He ran it along his lower lip, watching with fascination as the soft pink lip flesh snagged slightly because his thumb and Jake's lip were dry. The pull of his pouty lip was sexy. Arik pressed his thumb into the wet cavity beyond, hoping to touch his tongue, his cock thickening as he thought about Jake sucking on him.

It was a bold move and felt incredibly daring, considering he wasn't the one with all the power here. He could as easily get bitten as sucked. The thought of a fang piercing the pad of his thumb so Jake could suck that, too, made his heart skip a beat and speed up with excitement, his breath getting heavier around a tight swallow and a lick of his own lips. He stared at Jake's eyes, trying to figure him out, delightfully confounded by his complexity... already seduced by the prospect of fucking him.

And, ultimately, belonging to him.

[Black Philip]

The insertion of the thumb was a bold move, and Jake decided he liked a man willing to take charge. He felt his pants tighten, and a hand reflexevily went to undo his pants, before he decided it wasn't time for that yet. Instead, Jake gripped the thumb, his hands strong and steely. Arik's flesh was met by the pressure and wetness of Jake's tongue, dancing on the underside of the digit. The thumb was then slowly slid out of his mouth, his pretty gray eyes looking up at Arik during the slow move. Once the cat's thumb was free Jake sat up next to him. He looked once more out onto the city, and then back to Arik. The shifter's eyes looked kind somehow, something to hold onto. Jake had felt a drift for such a long time, with the men he'd dated only casting him farther out to sea. Jake hoped he could hold onto Arik.

"Isn't it obvious," he said in reply to Arik's question. "I wanted you to see the view first."

His hand went for the fly of Arik's pants, slowly pulling down the zipper. A hand slid into the crotch area, grabbing what felt like a handful. Jake couldn't help but suppress a smile, briefly biting his lip in the process.

"Take me to the bed," he instructed, something about showing his power and position important in this moment. Jake wanted Arik to smother him, consume him, and make him fell small. He'd never wanted that exact treatment before, and briefly wondered where this new attraction came from.

[Existentially Odd]

Arik's breathing became laboured as Jake toyed with his thumb, the pull echoing in his groin. He sighed wistfully as the digit was removed and he was told about the view. He wanted to argue - Jake was the only view he cared about - but then he was told to carry Jake to the bed around a pouty display of lip biting that made him feel like the predator here. That look roused something frenzied in Arik. He acted immediately, standing, spinning and scooping the coy vampire up.

Although his initial manoeuvre was much like a parent would pick up a child, the position Arik's large, bold hands smoothed Jake into was the opposite. He wrapped Jake's legs around his waist, encouraged an arm around his shoulders (leaving his other hand toying with his dick inside his pants, squashed between them) and then held him with one arm around his back and the other beneath his ass. Turning and looking past Jake's shoulder, he lined them up with the greenhouse entry and started walking.

He crushed Jake's mouth beneath his own as they moved, kissing him hard while pressing him as close as he could get. It didn't feel like enough. He closed the distance between them and the bed in long, motivated strides and he didn't treat the vampire gently as he laid him on the mattress; Arik more or less dropped on top of him, a knee pressed in hard against Jake's groin, their chests bumping and mouths clashing in rough kisses. He fully expected the vampire might tell him to stop or force him to roll over so he was on the bottom and he would respect that but until the order or the push came, Arik lost himself in grinding against Jake's hand, grunting noises of approval into his mouth and exploring his body and hair with roving hands.

Eventually, he broke the kiss because he needed air and his clothes were pissing him off. He reared up onto his knee impatiently, his other foot on the rooftop to support him. Snapping his jacket off his shoulders, he worked it off and dropped it on the ground negligently. He started in on the buttons of his shirt with nimble fingers next, watching Jake's expression intently - like he was trying to commit to memory exactly what he looked like when he was horny. It was a much better view than any stupid lights.

[Black Philip]

Jake was unprepared, but delightfully surprised, by Arik's move to sweep him up, finding the ease with which his partner preformed the act alluring. He was so used to calling the shots, even in the bedroom that it was nice to be taken. Jake continued to harden Arik as he was carried to the bed, squeezing his thighs tightly around Arik's waist. The kissing that followed was so smothering, so deep that it was almost too much. That made it perfect, as Jake barley noticed he'd been plopped onto the bed. Within moments, Arik was on top of him, and Jake wanted to disappear beneath the other's strong mass. No order to switch positions came. Jake felt himself ground deeper and deeper into the bed. He wanted to know what it would feel like for Arik to piston with that kind of strength inside him. It made him in no hurry to stop the pleasing actions taking place. His own pants were starting to dampen in precum, his cock angry at still being contained.

Arik's gasp for air - something Jake clearly didn't share - was a good excuse to watch the other strip. It would be the first time he'd see Arik naked. He found himself watching like a falcon studying it's prey. The irony of Arik being so dominant was that they both knew that if Jake wanted to, Arik would be the one pinned down to the bed. It was pure fantasy, and yet for that reason it was perfect. Jake could never dream of giving up power in reality, but it was fun to give it up knowing the dynamic that existed on the other side of sex.

"Go slower," he said, sitting up and bringing his finger tips to the next button on Arik's shirt. He demonstrated the speed by undoing a single button, his hands then exploring Arik's body as he continued to undress. Once the shirt was off, Jake helped Arik with the pants, making sure to stroke his cock plenty as he slid Arik's trousers down his legs. Adjustments had to be made to fully get them off, but soon Jake was clothed and Arik was not. He smiled at the temporary difference, his strong predator of a partner now showing off his amazing features. Jake was susceptible to pretty things, and Arik was the prettiest. It made his initial argument of being sired to preserve his beauty even more appealing. Jake knew this beauty was worth preserving, and if he chose not to bring Arik into the fold, someone would.

Jake began to stroke Arik with a licked, wet hand. "Now do me," he said, furthering the confusion over who exactly was running this show. "Rip my clothes off, and do whatever you want to me."

All the while his hand kept moving up and down Arik's thick cock. "Destroy me, if you can." Jake then boldly moved to kiss again, biting Arik's lower lip too hard, and causing it to bleed just a tad. The taste, while only a small amount, made Jake hungry for more. He hoped the pain would further motivate Arik to destroy him as requested.

[Existentially Odd]

Arik's left eyebrow lifted as Jake told him to undress more slowly. Impatience burnt in him like a fire but he recognised that slowing down would be a good thing; in his great wisdom, the vampire could tell how worked up Arik was getting. Jake was a tough, tiny morsel Arik wanted to swallow whole, yet a man as fine as he deserved to be tasted. Savoured. Swallowed in portions. He took a breath to slow his breathing and complied with a half grin, pulling the tail of his shirt out of his pants before he returned to releasing buttons slowly.

The body revealed to Jake was lean but not light. Arik was built of heavy muscle and corded veins, his shoulders broad and his cock as generously sized as his whole body was; nine inches out of eighty, he'd always just considered himself proportionate. His chest was covered in a layer of dark hair that was more straight than curled, directed downward in a tidy pelt that narrowed to a short, tight line down the middle of his abs to meet his pubis. His ass and thighs clenched repeatedly as Jake stroked him, his gaze boring into Jake's as he was instructed to rip clothes off. He tilted his head, uncertain he'd heard correctly.

He leant along Jake slowly, processing the instruction carefully. He was kissed, bitten and told to destroy Jake if he could, all in quick succession. It immediately kindled his desire to greater heights. He swiped his bloody lip across Jake's, licking him roughly afterwards and then rearing back onto his knees to take stock of the situation. Jake's tight black t-shirt was torn open first, the remnants yanked over Jake's head and off his arms before Arik pinned his wrists to the bed. He licked Jake from navel to lips then moved back to regard his tight jeans. They already had rips in them; Arik set about kissing and licking each bit of flesh visible through the material windows before he rent them asunder, wrecking them completely.

When Jake was clothed only in the equivalent of a pair of black denim short shorts, Arik smirked and slowed down again. He undid and unzipped with his mouth as much as possible, rubbing his face over Jake's tented crotch in typical cat fashion. He could smell Jake's arousal easily, it made his mouth water but he forced himself to be gentle, to reveal Jake's cock as it deserved to be, tossing the remnants of clothing away before engulfing his dick in his hot, wet mouth. His hands gripped Jake's thighs as he bobbed and swallowed, milking Jake with his throat muscles and loving him with his rough tongue.

Still, he wasn't obeying orders and he knew it. Restraint was lovely insofar as it provided a delicious tease but Arik was a restless, prowling hunter at heart and he wanted more. He'd been instructed to take more. He didn't want to disappoint.

Arik picked Jake up like a doll, positioning him so that his head was on the pillows at the top of the bed and he was in the very centre. Then he flipped the vampire over onto his front. Sliding his forearm under Jake's hips, he lifted him up onto his knees (whether Jake stayed on his elbows or rose up onto his hands he didn't see and didn't care) then splayed his huge hands on the globes of Jake's ass. He slapped them both simultaneously then parted them firmly, opening up his tight little hole to view.

After a moment's pause to appreciate the view, Arik set to work with his tongue.

His swipes were broad and lazy at first, titillating and teasing, wanting to draw the cute little noises Jake made out of him in sexy little whimpers. Before very long, Arik's tongue - extra long, wide and rough in its transformed state - became a rolled spear, fucking Jake's hole while his hands massaged and occasionally slapped his cheeks. Not long afterward, Arik's fingers were sucked on and inserted, two at a time. Because Jake had asked to be destroyed, he wasn't gentle in his preparations, slowly and deliberately stretching Jake's hole open to numb the area so that it would hurt just a little less when his cock got involved. He particularly enjoyed using a thumb at the top, two fingers at the bottom and opening the vampire's tunnel for his long, curling, invasive tongue.

Eventually, he was satisfied. His cock was slick with precum but he spat on it as well, smearing the shaft so that it would slide into his potential sire without difficulty. Potential sire. The words made his heart skip a beat and he could barely believe his luck. It felt like a dream or at least a reality too good to be true. This sexy, powerful, delicious man was considering fledging him and part of his audition process was fucking him any way he wanted. Unbelievable.

Arik reached over Jake and grabbed his wrists, lifting him so he was kneeling up, his back pressed to Arik's front with Arik using his larger body to shunt the vampire forward. He curled Jake's hands around the top of the bed. "Brace yourself," he growled, nuzzling Jake's ear and sucking on the lobe as he used his knees to push Jake's closer together. His own knees worked their way to the outside of Jake's so that he could lower himself into the right position to fuck the shorter man. His hands ran up and down Jake's sides and his front, stroking his cock briefly before he concentrated on what he really wanted to do. He parted Jake's cheeks with one hand - they separated with a wet sound because he'd left his tunnel well-drenched with spit - and nudged the head of his cock into Jake's hole with the other. He pushed forward gently, a purr rumbling to life in his chest as his dick was swallowed by Jake's well-prepped ass.

When his hands were no longer needed for guidance, Arik grabbed hold of Jake's hips and started pumping. His rhythm was steady but on the slow side at first, while they got their bearings and he pressed into Jake deeper than his tongue had reached. The tightness within had his eyes rolling back in his head and his toes curling with pleasure. The bed began to make a few protesting noises as he increased his pace, pulling out of Jake faster and pumping back into him eagerly. Without further ado, he let go of all restraint and started fucking Jake hard and fast, his body dipping low in order to push up and into Jake's hole as far as he could, grunting and sighing as he withdrew and slammed into him again.

Once his hips were pistoning into Jake so hard the bed was jumping with each thrust, Arik knew he couldn't hold on much longer. "I'm... close," he panted, his body slick with sweat and his balls bunching in a tell-tale pre-cum manoeuvre he was pretty helpless to do anything about. Unless Jake wanted him to pull out and cum up his back; he could maybe manage that. But the vampire's slick, tight hole was massaging his thick cock like the most sinful of velvet gloves and he knew he only had moments before he'd be loosing his load into Jake. A pity; he'd thought he'd be bitten when he came. There was always round two to consider.

[Black Philip]

Jake enjoyed the early tension of slowing Arik down. He knew how badly the shifter wanted him, and revealed in the other's desire. Arik's passion and intensity were easy to read, and Jake absolutely loved that quality. It was the opposite of most people he'd been dealing with lately. The masquerade was supposed to be supernaturals hiding their natures from humans, but Jake found that everyone wore a mask. Zoheret pranced around like a dumb pony, but underneath Jake knew a viper dwelt within. Zeus's only readable quality was that he was unreadable, and Charon had proven to be frustratingly vague. Arik became a pallet cleanser for all that, and despite a hunger for the cat's blood, the vampire felt at ease.

He bit his lip at seeing Arik's naked form for the first time, a certain quivering respect and fear. He feared how much he desired this, like it was all too much. Jake felt a lack of control, and it made him  wary of this person who could illicit such passivity. Jake decided he deserved this pleasure, this surrender of himself to another. Murphy had gotten a version of it, and Lazarus took it when it wasn't offered. Arik had the later's passion though, and Jake couldn't help but admit that he liked that too.

Jake felt small again as Arik stripped him down, and Arik saw a slim but well defined frame. Jake displayed all the same muscles as Arik, just not as large. He was toned and had a bit of size in his biceps and legs. His skin was smooth and firm to the touch, his strength and stamina foreshadowed by his exterior's marble like quality. The two men were an oxymoron of sorts. The weaker looking one could force the stronger looking one into submission. Jake considered he wouldn't hate that dynamic either, but wanted this one to play out first. Arik didn't want to disappoint it seemed, and Jake enjoyed looking down at him as his cock was revealed. Arik wasn't doing as instructed, and Jake was tempted to scold him and remind him of the requested dynamic. However, it was interesting to be disobeyed. Arik's deviation was a pleasurable one, and his eyes rolled back as Arik's mouth surrounded his cock. He couldn't suppress a moan, and he looked down at Arik now with something pleading.

When Arik turned him on his stomach, Jake cried out in surprise. It was the kind of dominance he wanted from men, but so seldom received. Being a vampire meant most people felt submissive to you. Jake's dominant personality didn't help, but in Arik he'd found a man capable of stripping that away as easily as he stripped away Jake's clothes. He felt his hole be parted, rising up onto his hands to better angle himself. He was apprehensive, but fell into a rush of sensation and pressure as Arik's rough tongue danced around his insides. He shivered, moaned, and gripped the sheets so hard he tore them, muttering Arik's name as he was pleasured. Jake found the dull pain of his hole's preperation a stimulant to his hunger. Now, he wanted to take all that Arik could give, and he would have it all before the night was over.

Arik moved them in that direction when he slid his beautiful cock inside. The warning to brace himself was met by a turn of the head, and a sexy, hungry smile. The vampire groaned loudly as he was opened, his walls slowly parting to accommodate the larger man. He shuddered again, and softly said "Arik," before he closed his eyes, and submitted to the other's pace. Jake's instinct's told him to turn around and bite the other, to drain him of blood as his cock was drained of cum. There was a sexual greed within his motives. He wanted it all, and he wanted Arik to want to give it to him. For all Arik's physical prowess, strength and clear alpha male qualities, Jake knew he still called all the shots, and that included being used.

The force genuinely hurt him, and Jake found out how much he liked this amount of pain. His cock was wet, and twitched with excitement, and Jake felt a familiar pressure building as his prostate was conditionally massaged. He wondered if he should stroke now, but he wondered if Arik could pull off something greater. He left his cock untouched, but it begged for stimulation, and somehow it increased his pleasure despite his frustration. He could sense Arik getting close, the smell of his seed and sweat coming through like perfume for a monster's hunger. Then Arik muttered that he was close, and the mention of that sent Jake over the edge too.

"Don't pull out and don't stop," he said, a pleading nature in his voice. As Arik finished inside him, Jake felt overwhelmed with sensation, and covered the sheets in his own cum without touching himself at all. His cock continued to leak as Arik continued to piston. Jake reached back a hand, and in a show of his vampire strength, grabbed Arik's arm and pulled them down onto the bed in a collapse. Arik was still on top of Jake, and still inside him, but they were laying now. It was nice to have Arik inside him still. It made him feel closer to the other.

"That was," Jake started, but found himself truly lost for words. He let out a small, anxious little laugh. He was so relaxed and so pleased, he might've well been a ball of string for the kitty to play with. It felt wonderful.

[Existentially Odd]

"Mmm," Arik agreed, the sound rumbling out of him on a purr. He licked his way up Jake's spine, travelling from between his shoulder blades to his neck, where he opened his teeth and closed them around the back of it.

It might seem obscene, given their state of completion, but Arik couldn't help himself. His biology was strong and his dominance of the vampire insisted he follow through just a little more; he planted his large hands on the mattress either side of Jake, clamped his teeth on the back of his neck and pistoned his hips, the need to rut like a cat in heat too powerful to ignore.

It only lasted a few seconds, until the urge was satiated, and then he collapsed on Jake again. That only took for another second before he reared up impatiently. He didn't want to stare at the back of Jake's head, no matter how nice blanketing himself on the vampire was. He moved up onto his knees and pulled out of his ass. He flipped his vampire dolly onto his back, staring down at him hungrily through eyes that were mostly all pupil.

"Fuck, you're beautiful," he murmured, his hands drawn to smear the cum glinting on Jake's stomach up his chest and around before he leant down to lap at it. He worked his way down towards Jake's cock, planning on taking it into his mouth because it still looked needy and he was beyond thinking. He just wanted to mate and lick and suck and roll himself in Jake's cum until he couldn't tell where he ended and Jake began.

[Black Philip]

Jake was suprised by Arik's boundless energy, but admitted he was impressed by it, to say the least. No sooner than Jake had collapsed their weight together, Arik continued to thrust, Jake feeling a new wet slipperiness inside him as Arik's cum was used as lube. It lessened the pain, and while Jake expected himself to begin softening, instead he stayed hard, the continued feeling of Arik's cock filling him up. Jake was so often in his head, but couldn't spare thoughts for the moment. He was too in the feeling of it all, and he moaned deeply as Arik got him revved up for more. The pulling out was met with a flicker of disappointment, a certain sourness on his pretty face that somehow made him look even sexier. It begged to be satisfied, coaxed away back into a coma of sensation. Arik's compliment was a nice start, and Jake ran a free hand down his partner's impressive body.

"I know," he said with an abundance of confidence, "just like you know you are too."

They would need to learn to speak to one another truthfully, and false modesty just wasn't Jake's style. He didn't think it was Arik's either, and so why not say what they were both thinking? They had both struck physical jackpots tonight. Jake still didn't know if that translated into an eternal relationship, but it didn't hurt one bit. Jake had been licked clean before, but something about Arik's rough tongue made him shiver. He stopped Arik short of sucking him again, grabbing the cat forcefully by the chin and pulling him towards his lips. They met, and once again Jake bit the lower one. His hand moved down Arik's throat, resting on his collar bone. The vampire's thirst couldn't be put off any longer.

"I think it's my turn to suck you," he said with a commanding presence, his fangs greeting Arik as Jake broke into a devilish grin.

[Existentially Odd]

Arik chuckled when his compliment was accepted and returned. Yeah, he knew. They looked good together, too, he thought, though he wanted to see a mirror with them framed in it to confirm that. Maybe a selfie.

His thoughts were cut off and he frowned as he was stopped from getting Jake's cock in his mouth. He was wary as he was dragged back up Jake's body by the chin, looking at the vampire's eyes for a clue as to what was coming. His expression only darkened when he was bitten again and Arik's kiss hardened, his ire stirred by Jake stopping him doing what he wanted and punishing him (it felt like) with his teeth.

Arik stilled when Jake's hand moved so close to his throat and he declared it was his turn to suck. But Arik had been stopped from doing that. His eyes narrowed and he stared hard at Jake, battling his own wilful nature. He wanted to be bitten properly but he was angry about his lip, his blood easily riled when he was in his emotions. Sex always made him more primal and more reactive. And he wasn't used to not getting his way.

"Okay," he growled, his gaze challenging though his words were acquiescent. He was poised over Jake, like a predator hovering over a fresh kill and though he conceded that it was Jake's turn to suck, he didn't capitulate automatically. His animal brain knew he was about to be attacked, his throat opened, his blood taken and his life threatened (at an extreme). It wasn't something he was just going to roll over and take, even though he trusted Jake; even though he liked the way it made him feel.

If Jake wanted it his way, he'd have to insist.

[Black Philip]

Jake did want it his way, and badly. He waited for Arik to move into a more bite friendly position, but when he didn't Jake blinked for a moment before considering the proper response. Arik radiated power, and so Jake decided to show this young man exactly what power a vampire could have. He used his hand that was already around Arik's neck, and guided him into laying back on the bed. "Don't move, unless I say so," he instructed. He could tell Arik was uncomfortable by the change, but knew that what he had in store for the shifter was worth the temporary discomfort. Jake wrapped his legs around Arik's midsection, sitting a top his naval line. His cock bumped the back of Jake's ass, and his hands were held to his side by Jake's vampire strength.

He reinserted Arik's cock, taking a moment to get used to it again. The cum helped greatly, and for a moment he sat there. His hunger crept up into his eyes, and not unlike a dog he growled softly. Soon he began to work his way up and down Arik, moaning as he saw fit and feeling Arik's rod twitch in delight to his movements. Jake wondered if he often fucked like this, with the bottom on the top. It didn't seem so, and therefore Jake considered that he might be expanding Arik's definition of pleasure. The shifter's muscles tightened and coiled as he resisted being held down by Jake, but that didn't matter to someone of Jake's age. It was adorable.

He felt himself getting more and more into the pace, finally giving Arik permission to pound from below, his hands moved to Jake's tight midsection to provide balance. Jake leaned over now, kissing his neck as he was pounded. Fangs danced along skin, but until he couldn't possibly resist any longer, he held off biting. Finally, when he was sure Arik was over half way to a second finish, did he sink his fangs into him. They penetrated one another now, but in both cases it was Jake who was in charge. The blood was hot, it's resonance sanguine and passionate. His attention was split between the cock drilling into him and the exquisite taste of the man.

He gorged a bit, Arik's size allowing for more than a standard feeding. When he'd had his fill, he bit his tongue and let the blood from it close the wound. His own wound healed in seconds. He pulled back, once again looking at his own climax. It stained Arik's perfect torso. This was going close to perfect for Jake.