Thirst

[Trillian]

Win arrived earlier to their room at the Detour, as usual. He had no cupcake this time; no gift at all, but he did bring something with him. He entered the room and undressed, placing his clothes neatly on one of the two dining room chairs. He stripped the top covers off the bed, folding it accordian style at the foot before setting them down onto the floor.

Naked, he crawled onto the bed and fluffed up the pillows to make himself comfortable before he opened his book to where he'd last left it. He'd been busy with his paintings all week and seen an improvement on a nightly basis as he remembered techniques long forgotten. The book in his hands was a non-fiction study of contemporary abstract art. He'd always been more of a surrealist than dabbling in abstract, finding it difficult to convey emotion into something that lacked form (in his opinion). He was trying to educate himself.

Before going to the studio he'd picked up a cup of Brannigan's like he always did, but this time he was hoping that Gable would allow him to supplement his diet. He remembered how intense the sex had been when he'd drunk from him, and he wanted to recapture that with the mortal. He wanted Gable to want him a little more than he currently did. Feeding the addictive, lust-filled part of his brain should achieve that. Hopefully he would offer more of himself tonight than he had last week.

Win's thoughts turned to the text he was reading and Gable became secondary until the moment he stepped into the room. Win looked up and closed the book, reaching out to place it onto the bedside table before propping himself up onto his elbows and waiting for Gable to join him.

He said nothing and didn't smile. He just watched with predatory interest.

[Existentially Odd]

Gable came through the door of their usual motel room with a bounce in his step and a grin upon his face that only broadened when he found Win laying on the bed naked. He was still wearing a suit and tie because he'd been dragged in to drinks after work and come straight to the motel when he'd noticed the time getting closer to ten o'clock. He had, in fact, also arrived a little earlier (by five minutes) because his buzz had started to settle into drunkenness and he'd been afraid to drink any more and miss his standing date.

It had taken quite a bit of stealth to both stop drinking and sneak away from his colleagues, who'd been rowdy with alcohol and ready to comment on everything. He was headed off by Glenn from Accounting when he'd tried to exit via the restroom and herded back to the group. His second escape attempt had been foiled by Monica, one of the secretaries in his department, when she'd dragged him on stage for a karaoke duet. He had a decent singing voice and a passionate love of musicals so he'd stayed up for a second song straight after, doing a respectable job of Bradley Cooper's part in 'Shallow'.

He left the stage to much acclaim, offered drinks and slaps on the back, the former of which he refused and the latter he did his best to avoid. He took advantage of the attention to shout general farewells and ride out of the bar on a wave of adulation, highly amused that the time he was super obvious about leaving was the time he was let go. He hummed the song to himself on the whole cab ride to the Detour. It was still ringing in his head as he locked the door (it took him two goes because he couldn't take his eyes off Win the first time but he got it, eventually) and headed for the dining table.

"You're really cute for a two hun'ed year old," he grinned as he yanked his tie loose and toed his shoes off. His feet weren't being as co-operative as they could've been so he had to rest a hand on the table and stare down at them to get them off. That was a shame, because he'd wanted to see if Win was impressed he'd remembered how old he was. Respecting elders, that's what he was all about. But it was weird when his elders had the hard, sleek body of a teenaged demigod that he wanted to fuck senseless every Friday and most other nights of the week, too.

Gable looked up when his shoes were finally off and beamed at Win again, finding him freshly attractive. Gable's cheeks were rosy from a whiskey too many and his dark eyes were dancing with mirth because he was a giddy drunk, whenever he got there. Usually, he was far too uptight to let himself go but he'd actually been having a good time tonight. A hot guy - completely unrelated to his colleagues and not supernatural as far as Gable could tell - had given him his number and asked him to call him after they'd traded banter and flirty smiles while waiting to get served drinks at the bar. Plus, he'd had Win to look forward to. His night was going great so far.

[Trillian]

Win didn't often show his disappointment but he was too upset to hide it this time.

He could smell the alcohol on Gable before he'd finished locking the door. Its potent, tart smell wafted to the bed with enough weight that Win knew it would colour Gable's blood. If Win took from Gable he would become drunk, too.

Ordinarily, he didn't mind drinking from the inebriated. Win had experienced all manner of insobriety - the opium smokers being the most interesting, not that they were around much anymore. But he'd been looking forward to experiencing Gable clean.

When Gable looked down to deal with his shoes, Win turned his head and looked away, debating whether or not to stay. Leaving would make it a bigger deal than it was but it would also drive the point home to Gable not to show up drunk without asking Win first. Had he not realised that enough time had passed since the first time he'd offered Win his blood to now? Maybe the sex had become more important to him? Was that better or worse?

Win glanced back at Gable to find him looking. Win let his gaze drop so that he was staring down his body to the foot of the bed where Gable stood. If he didn't move now then the mortal was bound to finish undressing and crawl on top of him. He should go before that happened. But instead he remained where he was, watching and feeling his cock twitch and fatten as he grew excited at the idea of having Gable's warm hard body join him on the bed.

Guess he was staying, then.

[Existentially Odd]

Gable straightened and pulled his undone tie hand over hand from his buttoned collar flamboyantly, grinning at Win and sashaying his hips as the strip of material slid free. He twirled it in a few wide circles before suavely flinging it towards the table (the fat end smacked him in the face, leaving him blinking too slowly but generally unscathed). He shrugged one shoulder out of his jacket next, holding it half off his body so he could shimmy said shoulder at Win alluringly.

The vampire didn't look to be in a good mood (that seemed ludicrous to Gable, whose mood was excellent) so he decided it was his mission to improve it with a sexy str.ip-tease. He got rid of his jacket (it slid off the back of the chair he tried to drape it over but he didn't notice) and started unbuttoning his shirt. He approached the bed, hips leading the way in what he believed was a sexy strut. His body felt fluid and happy, the heat of the alcohol in his belly radiating through him pleasantly.

Once he reached the side of the bed, he was distracted by Win's rising cock, his eyes lighting up with delight as he watched it twitch and grow. "Is that for me, baby?" he breathed, like he was staring at a diamond ring rather than a growing erection. He crawled clumsily onto the bed, eye contact with Win's single-eyed monster never dropping. He licked his lips and stumbled towards it but when he reached it, he paused with reverence, breathing hot air over it and cupping it (but not touching it) with both hands, balanced on his knees and elbows.

"Can I?" he asked politely, looking along Win's pale body towards his pretty face, licking his lips. He was drunk enough to feel loose and happy but not so drunk that consent didn't matter to him (he didn't know that it became something he really focussed on whenever he got alcohol in him).

[Trillian]

Win watched the drunken strip-tease unmovingly until the silliness of Gable's actions got to him and he ended up smiling in spite of himself. He pulled in breath to laugh it out softly, a sentence on the tip of his tongue as Gable moved around the bed in a dance move that likely felt sexier than it looked.

Get your drunk ass over here

But he didn't need to say it because Gable was already going for his prize and the smile on Win's face disappeared as his expression became lust-hazed and predatory once more.

"Do it," he said in response to the question and tipped his head back and groaned when hot hands and mouth were on him. He could forgive Gable's drunkenness if it was going to lead to his good mood and easygoing sass. He certainly seemed less tense this week from last. It would've made more sense for Win to have brought the cupcake this week as well, if he'd planned to drink from him. Dunderhead.

All thoughts left his mind as Gable gobbled him up in the most pleasurable way. He lifted his head to watch, still propped up on his elbows to keep the good view.

[Existentially Odd]

Gable wriggled and rolled as he sucked on Win, adjusting his angle and his body until he was between Win's legs, on his side with one hand braced around the base of Win's cock - elbow slung across his hip - and his mouth bobbing happily.

In this position, his other hand was free to keep undoing his shirt. His fingers accomplishing the task successfully proved that he wasn't so drunk that his co-ordination was completely shot. He was soon pulling away from Win win a pop to get rid of his button up and the white T-shirt underneath. He was terribly hot.

"How d'you wanna cum the first time, baby?" he hummed, smiling at Win over his spit-sli.cked cock (okay, so he was drunk enough to be a bit drooly and sloppy) as he yanked his shirts off and threw them away. He sat up to address his pants because they were restrictive since he'd got so fucking hard from blowing the vampire. He was horny and leaking into his underwear; his aching cock needed to be free.

He sighed in relief as he zipped his fly down and pulled his cock free of his briefs, humming again as he smeared the ridiculous amount of wetness from his head and down his shaft.

[Trillian]

It wasn't Win's usual deal to do the demanding unless his partner wanted it. Since Gable had asked and seemed eager to please, Win took advantage, still feeling a little burnt by the drunkenness and also somewhat enabled by it.

"Lick my hole," Win suggested, tossing up whether to place his feet on Gable's shoulders or to turn around altogether onto his knees and brace the wall. He could see Gable changing his mind from that position and changing things up to use his cock instead. Win wanted to put him to work instead.

He lifted his legs and placed the pads of his feet onto Gable's shoulders, finally relinquishing his elbow-propped position to lay flat on the bed. His hips could be propped up as needed and he could slowly stroke himself as Gable tongued him. He wasn't intending on cumming quickly either.

[Existentially Odd]

Gable guffawed and made a titillated face, his eyes wide and his mouth an almost scandalised 'o' of appreciation as Win made his demand. It seemed such a wicked thing to say but Gable was keen for it. He had annoying pants on, though. He began to squirm out of them, the feet pressing into his shoulders knocking his balance a little but he recovered alright. His disrobing felt awkward and ineffectual but he shoved his pants off with grim determination until only his black socks remained. He didn't give two shits about those.

Freed from restriction, Gable turned and got both legs stretched out on the bed, inching closer to Win, forcing the vampire's knees into tighter triangles as he shuffled forward on his ass. He scooped Win up eventually and got closer yet, his legs splayed carelessly either side of the vampire. The only thing they were good for was anchoring and dragging him right up in Win's personal space. Sitting up straight as he was, it would be Win that would be most inconvenienced with Gable's plan but he didn't seem to mind when Gable slung his legs over his shoulders and parted the ass cheeks he'd manoeuvred to be right in front of his face.

He smiled at the puckered hole and set about his work with alcohol-infused determination. Win still wasn't his usual sweet self and he was sure his tongue - alternating between rigid, hard probing and soft, swirling swipes - could ease the vampire's tension one way or the other. Because he'd lifted Win's legs and hips into the air in front of him, he could breathe quite well and have rather unfettered access. The most he had to deal with were balls covering his nostrils but he could hold his breath for almost four minutes at a time. His hands were free to knead and stretch Win's ass cheeks wide open, to clutch and stroke at his dick and, after quite a lot of sloppy tonguing, to insert a digit to rub against his prostate when he thought Win would like it the most.

[Trillian]

Win didn't know what Gable was doing but he didn't say anything, moving with the human rather than working against him. He felt like he was being contorted but things eased up once he realised where Gable was trying to go. All thought left his head when Gable started probing him with his tongue.

It wasn't something he normally asked for. He was patient enough to enjoy the deed when freely given. It made the act even more intimate somehow. Gable wasn't interested in that kind of intimacy so he'd changed behaviour unprompted, and he was being rewarded for it.

It went for a while before Gable's finger inserted into him.

"Lube, get the lube, I want your cock," Win panted, no longer concerned about who'd done what tonight and what he'd been hoping for. The drinking had most certainly become secondary to the sex. He'd just send Gable a text afterward asking if he could drink from him clean next Friday. It was no big deal he had to put it off a week.

He was so, so glad he hadn't left.

[Existentially Odd]

Gable had been enjoying himself, focussed directly on his task and enjoying the way the vampire's body clenched because of him. He liked the power of it, of affecting someone so strongly. When Win requested his changed, Gable had been working out how to get a second finger into him, because he'd managed to finger fuck him alongside his tongue pretty successfully but he knew he could do more.

He couldn't argue that he didn't want his tongue and finger to become his cock, though. His aching erection, throbbing and leaking in his lap, was testament to that. He worked his way out from under Win's legs and grabbed the lube off the bedside unit. When he returned to the vampire, he was on his knees between his milky thighs, squirting plenty of the silky liquid on his cock and stroking it before adding an extra dollop on two fingers and pressing them into Win.

Gable chuckled throatily as the vampire reacted to his fingers though he didn't leave them in there long. He'd been given an order and Win didn't seem to be in the mood to let him take liberties tonight. His testiness was fucking hot. Gable threw the lube aside and guided his erection into Win's hole, moving carefully though he was beginning to suspect that the noises the vampire made were impatient, not pain-based. He pushed in and pulled out experimentally a couple of times, adjusting as he went.

"Fuck, you're tight, baby," he sighed, making a noise in the back of his throat when he found the right angle to strike Win's prostate with every stroke. After that, he stopped dicking about and gave Win a good pounding. His hips pistoned enthusiastically, loving the reaction he got from overstimulating the vampire's nerves. Unlike their previous encounters, he didn't hold himself back as he fucked, he lay chest to chest with Win, kissing him sloppily while their lower halves smashed against each other with growing urgency, one hand between them to stroke Win in time with his punishing thrusts.

He cried out loudly when he came, his mouth frenzied on Win's and his hips erratic as he was gripped by a strong orgasm and left an empty husk in its wake. It was fucking glorious. When he was sure Win was done, Gable removed his hand from Win's cock and collapsed on him, quite liking the stickiness of the vampire's cum between them. "Fucking hell," he panted, his hot breath still pulsing out of him as he tried to recover, fanning over Win's neck. Everything in him was tingling with satisfaction. It was a rare and beautiful moment of repletion.