Vices

[Existentially Odd]

(Continued from Groupie)

"It's cash," Gable growled lifting his hips to extract his wallet. Cards left traces that he wanted no part of so he had a couple hundred dollars' worth of bills stashed inside the leather billfold to keep tonight's adventure anonymous. He extracted a twenty, smiling slightly to himself when he saw his fingers were shaking. Win was attentive and arousing, he'd played Gable's games and left him wanting more. He paid the cabbie and got out swiftly.

He didn't wait to see what Win was doing, knowing he'd be tempted to touch or dally if he did. He headed into the office and paid enough to get a room for the night. They wouldn't use it that long but he didn't think an hour would be enough so he'd gone for the maximum. He didn't need to provide personal details when paying with cash so he took his room key and turned away. Win was waiting for him nearby. He grabbed his hand and led him towards their room, still not trusting himself to look too closely at him.

Once they got into the room, though, all bets were off. Gable turned on a lamp beside the bed, finding the furnishings within tired but clean, as per usual. He ensured the curtains were closed then locked and chained the door before turning to look at Win at last. Gable's body was thrumming with anticipation, the sensation heightened by their play in the car. His erection was burgeoning again just thinking about the vampire at his throat and he smiled so broadly his cheeks dimpled.

He slid his jacket off his shoulders, moving to hang it on the back of a nearby chair so it didn't crush. He watched Win the whole time he did, then approached the vampire once the jacket was secure. He gripped him by the hips and squared them up to each other, reaching over to begin undoing his buttons. His gaze explored Win's countenance as his fingers moved deliberately downward, returning to his bouncy curls repeatedly. Once they were naked, he planned to tangle his fingers in them as often as possible.

[Trillian]

Win followed, placing his folded coat on the cushion of the only chair in the room as Gable moved around making their room more private than it already was. By the time Gable turned to look at Win, he was standing near the foot of the bed. His eyes raked over the mortal man's muscular form, lingering on his crotch before lifting his gaze back, a playful smile finding its way on his lips. The grin he got in return was bright and eager and made his own smile broaden in response.

He watched Gable cover the back of the chair with his jacket before moving to Win directly. They ended up undressing each other, their hands getting in the way as they each worked paths down shirts. Win pulled Gable's neatly tucked shirt out of his pants to undo the last one, which slowed him down because Gable was at his jeans. Win didn't wear a belt so it was easy enough for Gable to open them and free his cock from its tight restraints. It was a relief and almost as soon as he was free he was being touched, but only minutely - Gable's intentions were certainly on task of undressing.

Win stepped out of his jeans and underwear before Gable's pants had been pulled down. When he did it, Win pressed cool hands flat upon Gable's hips and delved his fingers beneath the material, lowering himself as well as the clothes. On his knees he helped Gable keep his balance as he stepped out of his pants and briefs before bringing himself to his full kneeling height. Gable's cock pointed straight at him and Win rubbed his face against it like a cat seeking comfort before his hand came up to grab the silky rod and hold it steady before he put the tip of it into his mouth. He looked up at Gable a lot, knowing that the view from Gable's side was sexy. It was always something Win liked watching, anyway. He sucked on the tip, flicking his tongue before opening his jaw further and working his mouth and jaw to take Gable in all the way, holding himself at the base and massaging Gable's cock with his throat before slowly pulling back again, leaving his cock shiny and slick with spit before going in again, his hands holding Gable's hips for leverage rather than instruction.

[Existentially Odd]

Gable was quite obviously thrilled with Win's attentions, his cock standing up hard, amazed by his lucky pickup in so many ways. He was used to vampires being in charge, wanting to chat like they cared about getting to know him or monologue about their old-fashioned shit. He'd got in arguments over it before, in fact, because he was happy to submit to the supernaturals but he hated the feeling of being bossed around. That was a large enough part of his real life, he didn't need that fuckery in his play time. It'd made for some angry, lusty sex, though, so he wouldn't complain about it.

Win was different to all of them. He didn't need to talk shit or take charge, he let Gable make decisions and followed his lead.

Then he got on his motherfucking knees and started giving him insanely good head. Gable was in heaven, his fingers wrapped in those delicious curls while he looked down his body and watched his cock disappear between those fat pink lips, fucking Win's tight throat with growing fervour. He'd never met a vampire so hungry for his dick before and his breath quickened as he guided Win up and down his pole, hips shunting back and forth in a rhythm that became erratic as it got faster. The build was fierce and sweet, ripples of lust running up and down his entire body and meeting Win's dark, thickly lashed eyes as he sucked expertly on him and looked up at him with that wicked babydoll expression pushed Gable over the edge.

"Baby, you're making me cum," he groaned, following his declaration with a few higher-pitched grunts and sighs as he gripped Win's head and stared into his eyes as he shot his first load down his throat. His legs trembled as the power of his orgasm reverberated outward from his clenched balls, hips pumping with decreasing speed. Once the primitive urge to thrust was satiated, he pulled out relatively quickly because he didn't want to dull the sensations on his cock with overuse. He was pleased to see he was still semi firm. He knew from experience that as soon as Win bit him, it'd come back. Everybody always talked about libidos slowing down and longer times to recover between orgasms as guys got older but he was over thirty and he'd noticed extra minutes in between, not extra hours like all the naysayers went on about.

Still holding Win's head in his hands, he leant down to kiss him, glorying in the taste of his own seed on that tongue. When he pulled back, he grinned cockily at the vampire. "You're too fucking good at that," he admonished, releasing Win's head in favour of taking his hands so he could help him to his feet. Once he was up, Gable cupped his ass with one firm, slapping hand and pressed the vampire up against his front, his other arm around his back, locking him in place. "Just give me a few minutes to recover and I'll be good to go again. I can't wait til you bite me," he confessed, kissing Win roughly.

When the kiss broke, Gable peeled away from Win and bent down to pick up his pants. He fished the two small sample lube tubes he'd stuffed in one of his pockets out and draped his pants and underwear over the chair with his jacket. He then peeled off his socks to leave with the rest of his clothes and walked up beside the bed. He put the lube on the bedside table and stripped the covers onto the floor before throwing himself onto it in a reclining position. He angled an arm behind his head on the pillows as he watched what the vampire did. His gaze raked Win's body like he felt entitled to leer and he enjoyed everything he saw. It was the truth, after all.

[Trillian]

"No such thing," Win replied at the compliment, looking smug about his skills. His throat still felt a little used and coated because he'd been forced to swallow compulsively, but he got off on how upfront Gable was being. His confidence was sexy.

Win met Gable's rough kiss with the same kind of demand. There was no holding back at this point, but they were still on the path of discovery. The whole night they'd be getting used to each other's bodies, finding out what the other liked, doing what they enjoyed. Win was having fun feeling Gable out and not scanning his thoughts. Such a thing helped Win to pick up and detect enthusiasm but it didn't always seal the deal, just look at Ian. Just as well he'd bombed there because Gable was a much more interesting prize.

With Gable lying on the bed now, lube on the bedside table, Win crawled on after him before kneeling up to his full height again once his knees straddled one of Gable's legs. He was presenting, mostly. Letting Gable get a good eyefull of him from a different vantage point. Win's hand stole down to himself where he slowly stroked himself, staring down at Gable. His hunger was great, a different kind of thirst stealing over him. He wanted to consume, to be consumed. He wanted Gable's hard chest pressing down on his or to feel his thighs wrapped around his sides.

"What do you like best with the bite? Do you want to give it to me? Or take it?" he smiled a lazy smile and got down on all fours to crawl over Gable's body. Straddling him and then reaching behind himself to feel Gable's dick, thick and promising, lifting it up and sliding it against the crease of his ass while he milked himself with his other hand.

[Existentially Odd]

Gable's gaze was half-lidded by the time Win was straddling his leg. He licked his lips as he looked down at Win's hand stroking himself, enjoying the show. His smile was smug, his teeth nibbling at his lower lip as the first stirrings of arousal tingled through him again.

Win's sexy offer shocked him completely. It paused all the good feelings while Gable processed. He'd never fucked a vampire. Not once. They always did him. They were the ones with all the power; he'd never questioned it and none of them had ever offered. When he picked up guys - regular, human guys - he always topped but it'd always been the other way with vampires. It'd seemed so appropriate, considering the way they drank from him and got him crazy horny, the least he could do was spread his ass for them and capitulate. Superior and supe were only four letters different but they meant the same thing to Gable.

His heart picked up the pace as he thought about him doing it the other way round, his flaccid cock pulsing back to life as it was wedged in between cool, hard cheeks. The pace was set by Win but Gable's hips flexed in tiny little jolts as he ogled the vampire stroking himself, feeling his own cock pillowed and teased in time by the hand behind his back. "Jesus fucking christ," he whispered, his voice thick with lust. This vampire was next level hot and willing to take him in his ass, how could he refuse? "I wanna give it to you so bad," he admitted thickly, licking his lips again.

He wasn't fully hard yet so there was time to fill. Gable leant forward and ran his hands over Win's body, alighting first on his pumping hand and then moving beyond. Fingers whispered over his stomach and chest, up arms and across shoulders before returning to those curls. When he gripped them this time, it was stronger because he was more turned on, imagining being bitten while he fucked Win. Conversely, their kiss was softer as he invested effort into exploring Win's mouth like he had in the cab. His tongue flicked around fangs like a moth at a flame; blind, worshipful and doomed.

When the kiss broke because he needed air, Gable reached back and grabbed a container of lube, snapping it open and squeezing a good amount on two of his fingertips - he used about a third of it. Fingers slick, he sat up and started kissing Win again, reaching around to find his puckered hole at the same time. It felt naughty to remove his hard rod from the valley of Win's ass before his dry hand parted the vampire's cheeks to give his wet one direct access. He brushed across the puckered hole with one lubed finger, circling and massaging it to titillate before he pressed the tip in to his first knuckle.

His tongue thrust into Win's mouth in time with his stroking fingertip, slow at first and then a little faster as Win squirmed upon him. His second fingertip slid in before long and he twisted them in tight circles, pushing in deeper before pulling slowly out, parting his fingers as best he could to stretch Win's hole. When he felt less resistance to his scissoring, he reclaimed the lube and smeared it up his cock. He stroked it as he pulled back, feeling like he had a rod of steel in his hand, it was so hard. He grinned. "You ready to bite me? I'm ready to fuck you," he panted, quirking a single, challenging eyebrow up at Win while he kneaded the cheek he still held.

[Trillian]

Win sighed and moaned as Gable's fingers entered him, he pushed back on them at times, urging Gable to push farther inside because Win knew he could take them sooner. The kiss was potent and Win's hands travelled every part of Gable's body that he could reach and worship with seeking fingers. His cock was hard and trapped between them, throbbing with mute satisfaction with the grinding of their bodies. It wasn't enough but the anticipation that it would have attention on it eventually was sweet.

Gable's question enhanced the electric tension between them.

"Yeah, yes," Win panted, "let me... sit on you... first. I don't want to bite you messy," as he gave his instruction and the reasoning behind it, Win knelt up a little way, one hand on Gable's shoulders, the other reaching around behind to help guide Gable in - not that he needed to, but he wanted the angle just right. With the tip of Gable's cock pressing and ready to enter, Win mumbled "You're so fucking hot," before he lowered himself onto him.

Win slid down Gable's shaft smoothly, his mouth opening to cry out softly at how good it felt. Only at the very end did he get a hint of pain that turned into a delicious throbbing. He felt full and satisfied and nicely stretched. Now that he was satisfied he wanted to return the favour and give Gable what he was really after.

Win pulled Gable to him roughly, holding him tight, his hand gripping Gable's head and pressing it against his shoulder because his hair was too short to get a good handful of. Win took only a few seconds to kiss and lick, teasing and finding his way to the best place to bite before his fangs bore down and pierced the mortal's skin. He pressed his mouth over the wounds and began to suck, rocking his hips back and forth in time with the drawing out, feeling Gable's cock sliding a short way in and out of him because of it.

[Existentially Odd]

Gable could only brace himself and gape at the vampire impaling himself on his rod. He held himself at the base and fought the urge to let his eyes drift shut with pleasure because this was too monumental not to keep watching. Him. Inside a motherfucking vampire. The soaring feeling of accomplishment was bigger than the sweetest rush of a flawless stroke at golf or when he pulled off a mini coup at work. He was inside a predator, feeling his hard tunnel - which was slightly cool but still surprisingly velvety - close around his cock. He felt invincible.

And then he was bitten and everything dissolved into a maelstrom of pleasure so intense he lost coherent thought and became a creature of impulse. Normally, he just had to lay there and take it, riding the sensation of having his insides pulled to his outsides, swished tantalisingly across hyper-sensitive skin until every hair stood on end, polished to the point of orgasm and then stuffed back into his dick before he exploded.  Tonight was different. Tonight, he had some control.

It wasn't as easy to capitalise on it as he'd expected, though. The drawing at his neck coupled with the vampire's ass sliding up and down with the same rhythm lulled him more than he'd have liked. It was too good. There was a continuing loop of ecstasy flowing through him and all he managed was to get a decent grip on Win's shoulders, draw him back so Gable was laying on the pillows and give him a little room to lift his hips. He moved a hand down to Win's ass to be sure his dick didn't slip out, dug his heels into the mattress and lifted his hips.

After a few tentative pushes, he was confident he could maintain the pose. Now he'd see about that control. His other arm wrapped around Win's back, locking him in place and then he started thrusting his hips rapidly. His heart sped up to accommodate the increased physical exertion, meaning his blood pumped faster and gave Win more to drink. He lost himself in the rhythm and the flow, finding it glorious. It wouldn't end quickly since he'd already had an orgasm and he prided himself on his stamina. He hoped the vampire could match him.

[Trillian]

The drinking was satisfying in its own right, though coupled with the sex was bliss. The latter was taking over; his body screamed for more action because the thrusting - while so much better now that Gable had some agency - still wasn't enough. He stopped drinking, having taken more than usual because Gable was healthy and muscular, and bit his lip for the wounds. The motion of dragging his mouth over Gable's skin and then licking up the excess was erotic, especially with the rhythm of Gable's cock sliding in and out of him.

The pace they set was delicious and they soon worked up a light sweat. "Here, let's... change it up," Win suggested, "so you... can do me... hard." Each pause was punctuated with a sigh, groan or gasp. He would wait until Gable accepted, then would offer: "All fours or on my back?"

[Existentially Odd]

Gable wasn't so lost in the sensations that he missed Win's suggestion but it did take him a few beats for his hips to slow down long enough for him to take the vampire's words in properly. There was some dumbfounded staring involved, too. Win wanted it hard? Holy fuckballs. Gable nodded and then was offered a choice.

"On your back," he nominated relatively quickly, working smoothly with Win to accomplish the new position. Normally, he was a doggy style kind of guy - who cared what they looked like? - but there was something fucking mind-blowing about this vampire. He'd scored the jackpot tonight, when he'd been so sure he was going to lose. Now, Gable didn't want to miss seeing his pretty face when he came and the thought of kissing him from the dominant position sent tingles all the way through him.

It turned out to be even better than he'd anticipated. One hand cupped around one of Win's thighs to lift his ass for maximum penetration and the other fisted in his soft curls, holding his face in place so he could kiss it, Gable felt himself unravelling way faster than he expected. Every time his cock slammed into Win, he reacted and Gable got to swallow it straight down, the circuit feeling revived without the fangs and blood loss. His body still thrummed with the feeling of the pulling, though, and it was very quickly joined by all the signs of impending climax.

His hips started thrusting more erratically, his vision going hazy as he grunted and bared his teeth before latching onto Win's tongue and sucking for all he was worth. The feel of the vampire's meat in his mouth, accompanied by the sweet squeeze of his tight tunnel and the loud slaps of their flesh meeting each other in an urgent rhythm had him gasping for air. Abandoning his hair in order to pump Win's dick while he fucked him tipped Gable completely over the edge and into a pleasure so pure, everything went white for a moment.

The next moment wasn't quite as heartstopping but his body slid straight into the afterglow and he collapsed heavily atop Win, gasping for air. "Fuck, that was amazing," he managed before he disengaged and rolled sideways onto his back on the bed. With one arm flung over his eyes and the other still stretched out to keep him connected to Win, he tried to silently process the larger-than-average emotions he was feeling about this surprising little one night stand. He'd fucked a vampire.

[Trillian]

Win moved on the bed to lay himself half atop Gable, an arm over his chest, a hand caressing the mortal's torso, a leg in between Gable's. He could feel the other man's seed inside of him, slick in his ass and slowly working its way out of him, eventually it would dribble along the seam of his buttocks and wet his thighs and he took a kind of pleasure in it.

"I agree. I'll do you anytime, lover," Win murmured his satisfaction in between kisses to Gable's jaw, moving to kiss and suck on his ear before nestling his head in that space, enjoying the way his body tingled and throbbed respectively.

It wasn't only Gable celebrating a surprise find tonight. Win wasn't used to dry spells or being stood up so abruptly. Ichabod leaving the city after breathy promises to get together again followed by apologetic cancellations and outright ghosting had been more of a blow to his ego than he would've liked to admit. The mortal at Venture he'd tried to woo was just a further example of that. Win was delighted to find he couldn't remember the young man's name. Gable had apparently fucked it out of him.

He smiled and chuckled lightly to himself, his breath coming out in small puffs and washing over Gable's skin, where it reacted delightfully, hairs standing on end.

[Existentially Odd]

Gable shivered as his ear was nibbled, his post-orgasm body awoken and tingling in a way it hadn't for... too long, really. These trysts were too few and far between and Win's offer struck him in a far more serious way than it probably should have. He mulled over the vampire's flippant words obsessively as he accommodated Win's positioning, running his hand reverently over now-heated, impossibly firm flesh.

"Any time?" he eventually queried, inviting Win to elaborate and tell him what he hoped (wildly, stupidly, ridiculously) that he'd hear. It was crazy to contemplate... insanely dangerous. It would be worth it, though, if it could happen like he was implying.

[Trillian]

Win grinned, his smile translating to Gable from the touch of his lips against skin.

"Well, you'll have to come to me if you want me in the daytime," Win said, his caressing hand moving down for fingertips to feel the place where Gable's leg met his torso, travelling from hip in an angle down towards his spent cock and shifting course very slightly so he could tease the inside of Gable's thigh. "Otherwise I can meet you anywhere."

Win squirmed when he felt more of Gable's cum leaving his body.

"Mm, think on it while I go shower. Join me if you're up for it. I bet this place has a tiny shower," he said, wriggling off Gable so he could back up off the bed and hurry to the bathroom.

[Existentially Odd]

Gable was again stunned by Win's revelation. Come to him in the daytime? Didn't vampires sleep then? And Win would meet him anywhere, like an obedient dog? It was insane.

He scrambled off the bed and followed Win into the bathroom. This was such a surreal night. Gable had rarely got vampires to hang around for more than one round, so showering together wasn't something he practised regularly. Or ever, upon thinking about it. He didn't remember it, if it had happened, anyway. It was a very 'coupley' thing to do so he was unsure about venturing farther in and engaging.

The sight of Win beneath the spray, using one of the small complimentary soaps to run over his perfect, hard body convinced Gable that he'd been missing out. He forced his way under the water with him, enjoying the way his body reacted to being close to the sexy vampire, hungry to feel him with a silken layer of water sluicing over him.

"You're a unicorn, aren't you? You have to be. You're fucking unbelievable," Gable asked and answered in a disbelieving growl while his hands brushed Win's lower back. "Don't you sleep in the day time?"

[Trillian]

When Gable joined him, Win pressed himself against the cold of the tile to give the mortal room and share the spray. His curls were now slicked back and made him look older, more serious-minded. There was lust in his stare as he pressed his hands against Gable's chest, the soap pressed between Gable and Win's palm.

The seriousness gave way as Win laughed at the unicorn comment, not understanding it was a recognised pattern of speech so he thought Gable witty and hilarious.

"It isn't sleep that recharges me, it's blood, and you've already done that for me, lover," he grinned. "If I fight off the initial urge to sleep it's easy enough to stay awake, but if I do fall asleep you'll have a hard time waking me up." He chuckled softly to himself. "When my sire was training me not to sleep in the daytime he would threaten to fuck me awake and I would laugh until one day I did fall asleep and came to draped over an armchair with him pistoning into me. Man, I haven't thought about that in ages," Win said, his gaze going sideways as he thought about it.

[Existentially Odd]

Gable gave Win a disturbed look. "Man, he sounds like a real charmer," he drawled sarcastically, though he found the talk of a sire to be strange, too. This unicorn just kept on giving. There wasn't usually much conversation with vampires, truthfully, but if there was, very few of them wanted to talk about their beginnings. It wasn't something he'd ever thought to ask about, either. Not until the subject was brought up for him.

His brain kept circling back to the daytime vampire sex more than the rapey sire, though. It was quite a thought. Sneaking out of work to go fuck a vampire that wasn't sleeping. It sounded sinful, and a kink he could definitely get into. No-one would suspect he was with a vamp in the day. Still... he'd never walk into The Luminary. Even in the daytime that'd be career suicide.

Gable reached up and threaded his fingers into Win's slick hair, gripping it in his fists and tilting his head back until it hit the wall, so that he could suck on Win's exposed throat. He ran his tongue up it initially, then dropped back down to nibble and suck the same upward path, his body pressing Win firmly against the tiles. "I can't get enough of you. This is insane," he growled as his cock twitched back to life, thickening between them. He paused in his ministrations, though he didn't make eye contact. He couldn't, what he had to say was too big to admit out loud... yet here he was, ready to confess. "I think I'm gonna hafta see you again."

Just saying it caused his stomach to drop and his chest to hurt. Maybe he was having a heart attack. It might explain his out of character behaviour. Or maybe it was just the unicorn affecting him with its magic. "And I want you to fuck me," he panted, getting worked up at the thought. He hadn't been this horny in ages. He licked his way along Win's jaw and found his earlobe to suck on. He was feeling like some drunk at a party that'd stumbled into a room full of writhing bodies and all he could think about was fucking. He suddenly couldn't wait til Win destroyed his ass.