Note: This one was written by my good friend, amity-flower-child and I. She’s a brilliant roleplayer and I’m excited to share one of our latest work with you all. Since originally it was roleplayed, the format of the dialogues might be a bit unusual at first. Enjoy and tell us down by the comments what you think. We are planning another story with our boys by involving another awesome roleplayer for a naughty threesome, so stay tuned! ;)

Recommended song: Simon Curtis - Flesh

Sink Your Teeth into My Flesh

By amity-flower-child and Useless-girl

He licked a sharp fang as he was watching the small blonde man from across the club. He liked to hunt down his preys in this gay club. Plenty of twinks to choose from and play with before he went for something much exciting they had: their lives. Yes, he was a predator. A dangerous one at that. His mercy had died decades ago. Now he just lived for the moment and the hunt. Oh, he loved the thrill of the hunt the most. The time when he felt bad about taking their blood and killing them was covered by the fog of the past too. Now he loved the way his senses sharpened when he saw a prey worthy of chasing. Like that scrawny blonde with the prettiest face he'd seen in a long, long time.

His mind closed out the thudding music as he was standing in the shadow of a column. Life was pulsing between him and the blonde, but he ignored the writhing bodies of the people dancing and grinding against each other on the dance floor. They appeared to move in slow motion to him as all his senses tuned in on his prey. He watched him talk and flirt with a few guys or refuse others who tried to hit on him. It seemed he didn't find what he was looking for yet.

He was patient, he literally had all the time in the world as he stayed hidden from everyone. He loved that cloaking ability that came with his powers. It let him avoid unwanted attention. Like now, when he kept his eyes on the beautiful stranger he was planning to have for the night.

By the time he headed outside alone it was already around 2 am. His stalker smirked and detached from the shadows to follow him. The air was cool, it left small clouds of mist around the heads of humans, but not his. He barely felt the change of temperature as he quietly tailed the slim figure who had his hands in his leather jacket's pockets while walking down the dark and deserted streets.

Sighing as he was stirring his drink with the straw in the new gay club that had opened up, the blonde yet again waved to his friends that had dragged him along. They wanted him on the dance floor, but fact was, Tommy couldn't walk right let alone dance in heels. So he stayed on his stool, legs crossed with black strap heels adorning his feet, a skull ankle bracelet on his right ankle, with a tiny red dress that left shoulders exposed and only went down mid-thigh. Dressing up in drag wasn't usually his style, but he didn't mind it when it was to support his friend who needed a confidence boost. So maybe he was a little bendier than most guys? Who cared? Life was too short to stick to labels!

His skin was freshly shaved and silky smooth, his pale skin glowing even more under the dark lights. Eyes covered with thick liner and a smoky eye shadow, lips painted blood red, fingernails painted black. He had to laugh as his friends said it was unfair they had to work hard for their pretty while it was natural for Tommy who had to use minimal make-up to be feminine.

The blonde boy could feel eyes upon him, but he figured it was simply because he kept getting approached to the point he had to waste a perfectly good drink to toss at a guy who wouldn't take no for an answer. Of course he flirted and talked with his fair share of guys and even the lesbians who dared to try the bar, but there were more assholes looking for a good time than ones who actually, ya know, cared about who they were meeting. That's what encouraged him to leave. It was two am anyways and he could already tell where his friends and their hook-ups where going. He didn't need to be told twice to go ahead and leave.

As he wore his leather jacket around his slim waist, the blonde walked calmly, his heels lightly clicking on the pavement. He couldn't shake the feeling of eyes on him. Had one of the bar patrons decided to follow him home? Shit. This could go very wrong for him. Keeping his head down a bit, the blonde chewed on his bottom lip as he pulled his jacket tighter around himself.

It's been a while since he had someone dressed in drag and looked this feminine. If it weren't for the flat chest and the slight bulge at the front of the guy's groin (no tucking tonight, it seemed), he could've easily passed as a woman. The make up, the red lips and short dress only highlighted the features he liked in the boys he hunted down. He slid his hands in his black suit jacket's pockets and continued following the clearly uncomfortable blonde. There were humans who could sense him or the danger he meant and got more careful. He could've easily dissolved that feeling, but now he wanted the boy to feel it. He loved seeing the fear in their eyes when he got closer. But now he had time. He was just looking for the right opportunity to jump him. If the blonde was clever enough, he should hail a cab or go into a crowded place. Not that he wouldn't be able to follow him there too. He liked his little mind games. That's why he stopped walking soundlessly, and let the heels of his shoes join the clicking of the boy's heels to let him know he was indeed followed, but whenever he looked back, he made sure he wasn't seen.

The blonde felt his heart rate pick up a little bit as he heard footsteps behind him. Motherfuckers. When will they learn that just because he was small, it did NOT mean he was weak. He ran his hands through his hair as he tried shaking off the feeling. He should be smart. He should call someone to pick him up or even try to find a police officer to take him home, but then again, his home was just a few more blocks down. He could surely make it before this following asshole made his move. He stuck to the spotlights more than before now. Should this person strike, hopefully someone would see if he stayed in the light. As he looked back to see if someone was there, the blonde stupidly stopped, trying his hardest to find someone.

“Look! Just because I'm in a damn dress does NOT mean I can't kick your ass! Go find some porn to watch or pay someone for your sick thrill! I am NOT interested!” he cursed, knowing he looked like a fool shouting at seemingly no one. But he KNEW someone was there. He could feel and hear them. Turning faster on his heels, the blonde tried walking faster to reach his home, not really wanting to take a risk in being caught. He already spent too much time dallying in the street by trying to talk his stalker into coming out.

Tonight's prey had some balls talking like this. His stalker liked that. It meant he had passion. He liked those who fought back before surrendering to his will and giving him what he wanted. His soft chuckle was carried by the wind as his prey continued his way down the street, obviously trying to stick to the lights now. He saw the second the pretty blonde heard that chuckle from the way the line of his back tensed. His stalker lightly brushed a hand against his growing bulge. This little game was definitely affecting him and he planned on giving his prey the creeps until he got home.

He gave him flashes of himself, his shadow on the walls. The predator knew how to use the light sources around him. He got a bit closer and closer too. He wanted to see if he'd break into a run in those gorgeous heels once he realized the distance between them was dropping with each step.

Tommy silently began to curse himself as he had no phone, no wallet, or even his house key in his pockets. He left all that with Raja Gemini believing they were going to leave together. Great, the one time he needs a tall person with him and he's by himself, that's typical. It scared the blonde as he realized this was no better than one of his many favored horror movies. Except now he was the "blonde hottie" that ended up being the first victim. Totally not cool. He heard a chuckle being seemingly carried by the wind yet close and it made the blonde that much more tense. Get a grip Tommy Joe. Get a goddamn grip of yourself. If his horror movies taught him anything it was to never look back. Bad things happen when you look back. So he kept walking, although he was closer to a sprint now. Maybe it was homeless people in the alleys he was passing? Maybe…

“It's not funny you sick fuck! Go away!” As he saw the shadow, the blonde's heart rate picked up even higher before he saw the shadow and just how far apart it was from his own. Shit. He was about to be killed and no one would know. Fuck that noise. Now with his home in sight, the blonde sighed in relief and took off like the wind. In his mind his heart rate and his heels were now like beacons to his follower, possibly making them pursue him urgently now. He was sure if luck was on his side, the damned heels wouldn't hinder his process in reaching his front door. So far on the streets they hadn't. Even going through the gate and the porch they hadn't, but of course luck would only last for so long.

After using his spare key from under the welcome rug to let himself inside, that's when his heel chose to break and send him tumbling to the living room floor. Damn shoes. Cursing and taking off both heels, the blonde had been too preoccupied with his feet to notice the dark shadow in his doorway. He sure noticed when his door was slammed shut and blinded him in the dark. The blonde stayed put, hoping not to draw too much attention to himself in this dark room.

This was better than he expected. The smell of the blonde's fear, the wild beating of his strong heart, the faster clicking of those gorgeous heels… all made his stalker hungrier. Things were happening just the way he wanted. The blonde was leading him right to his home. Some seclusion from prying eyes. The perfect scene for him to pounce. But he kept his calm and just walked in a comfortable pace. He wanted to let his prey think getting home meant safety from him. Oh, but he was so wrong. And he was about to learn that.

He walked through the gate and the porch watching him land on the living room floor. It was dark, but he could see perfectly when he stopped in the doorway, his hungry eyes running up on the pale legs (the scull ankle bracelet making him grin), the already short dress let him see more now that it rode up a bit from the fall and he felt his mouth water as he slammed the door shut.

“Well, well, what have we here. I hope you didn't hurt yourself, you pretty thing,” he purred and turned on the light to let the frozen blonde take a good look at him in his black three piece suit with matching shoes and a red handkerchief tucked into the pocket right over his heart. “Did I scare you?”

Tensing up once he heard the voice of his stalker had Tommy shaking with fear and dread. It was still dark so the blonde had no idea what he would see. He tried to picture it being someone grotesque, someone much bigger than him with killer intent. However, with a voice like that, why would this intruder need a reason to stalk? Tommy mentally shook his head. Not everything is as it seems.

When the lights turned on, the blonde had to blink a little bit to get used to the sudden brightness, but when he finally dared to look up at his stalker, the blonde was stunned silent. This man. He shouldn't need help in finding a lover. He was downright beautiful. Biting his lip and using the pain from that to focus on the situation at hand, the blonde stood up, glaring at the man in front of his door.

“Look! You had your fun and games but now it's time for you to leave! I will not hesitate to call the police, so please go!” The blonde then went over and began to push the male out, but groaned as the man barely even budged. He was by no means weak, but for this man not to move at all? That was just scary and it made his heart race faster than before.

“Oh no, no, no. You got me all wrong,” he said on a velvety voice as he looked right into the pretty blonde's eyes as he tried to push him backwards. Within the blink of an eye he held both slim wrists in his big hands and pressed them against his own chest as he let the magic of his voice and eyes work on the blonde's fear and panic, relaxing him a bit. “I wasn't following you. Well not you, really. I followed the guy who was following you. I just wanted to make sure you got home safely. I scared your stalker off just when he wanted to follow you through the gates. I came to see if you were okay but then the draft slammed the door shut,” he murmured on that velvety voice. “So are you okay? I'm Adam, by the way,” he gave the pretty little thing a charming smile to melt his resolve some more. He decided this prey would be much more fun seduced and willing instead of frightened and teary.

Tommy froze momentarily as one moment his hands were pushing his intruder, the next they were pinned against his chest. How? He didn't even remember how they got there. He literally blinked then BAM! here they are… His nerves built up a bit before he listened to the other male speak, his heart rate gradually slowing down. Now was NOT the time to get swooned in by a pretty face. He looked into the male's eyes – and wow they were a beautiful color – but his words did not fully convince the blonde. To come and find him right as something bad was bound to happen? No way. That shit only happened in fanfictions and TV.

“Sure. You managed to scare my stalker off in time and wanted to check on me. I'll pretend to give you that. But the draft slamming the door shut? How is it going to magically do that from the inside, doofus? Ahem, I mean Adam. So please! Take your paws off me and get going. You clearly see I'm fine.”

The blonde had seen enough horror movies to know where this was going. Be lulled into a false sense of security only to find out his friend was foe right? Maybe it was his lack of trust in people or the way others seemed to need to protect him was what lead him to behave this way. After all, just because he was dressed like a damsel in distress, did not mean he WAS a damsel. He stood up a little straighter as he pulled his hands out of Adam's, mentally trying to be ready should his instincts on not to trust be right. He wasn't one who would give in so easily even if his guest was one who could make the blonde swoon at any other given time.

Adam thought for a second as he tilted his head slightly to the side and let the blonde's hands go. He resisted more than he thought he would, but that just made the challenge even better. The tall man took a step back and looked around the house, ignoring the human's request to leave. He smiled a bit seeing a few horror posters on the walls and figures here and there.

“I do not know your house so I have no idea about the draft. Maybe you let a window open. Anyways, I didn't catch your name,” he said and looked back at the blonde. “A horror fan, huh? What if I had something to tell you which would make you look at me differently? You have good instincts, you surely can feel that something's different about me. And I'm not talking about being here uninvited.”

Tommy finally felt calm enough to turn his back to the stranger when he saw him take a step back. This was good. He was showing his toughness without having to get violent. That was good. So why did he suddenly feel so lonely and empty? He looked around the room not missing Adam, but not wanting to acknowledge his presence either. Maybe he really didn't want the male to leave, he wasn't sure. However, Tommy did notice the way Adam was inspecting his house, it made the blonde subconsciously do the same.

“Look, thanks for helping me or whatever you want me to believe, but you're really starting to give me the creeps. You're not making any sense to me. So please, you are aware of where the door is, I trust you can see yourself out Adam… if that's really your name.” The blonde didn't want to admit that he did feel like something was different with Adam. He just wanted to forget this night of being stalked and scared.

He took a deep breath once he was in his bedroom, slowly, ever so slowly, stripping out of his clothes as if compelled to do so. As if he had a voyeur watching him. But that was just crazy. To suddenly get hot and bothered by the idea of someone following him, having eyes only on him, wanting and craving him so much they felt the need to take. The blonde licked his lips and proceeded in trying to ignore his erection as he finished stripping out of everything but that ankle bracelet. Not really knowing why, the blonde stood there, hard and waiting.

“Tommy…” he murmured. “My name is Tommy.”

Adam sensed the strength in the seemingly petite man and he liked it. He felt just as much compelled to stay around him as the blonde wanted him to stay close. He didn't reply to anything the blonde said just smiled to himself when he saw him walking towards a room, which he guessed was his bedroom. He followed him noiselessly and stopped in the door. His eyes turned from clear blue to a grey color as his look darkened from the sight of the slowly stripping man with his back to the door.

The more smooth and pale skin got revealed, the more Adam wanted to touch, taste, grab, bite and consume, but he stayed put and only enjoyed the slow striptease which was clearly meant for him or to the idea of being watched. Adam licked his lips, feeling the pointy end of his fangs and let his burning gaze drink in every inch of that pale back, tattooed arms, the graceful curve of the spine and the small butt. His eyes continued down on the smooth legs too and stopped on the ankle bracelet. Seeing the skulls on it made him move.

In one moment he was by the door, the next he was standing right behind Tommy. He wasn't touching him yet, just let him feel his presence behind. There was something exciting in being fully dressed while the smaller man was completely naked in front of him. It made his dick twitch in his pants and he leaned closer to the blonde's right shoulder to take a deep sniff of his mouthwatering scent.

“Tommy...” he murmured as if his name was a guilty pleasure on his lips and pressed a feather-light kiss on his shoulder. “So fitting... You're truly beautiful, Tommy...” he continued and slowly ran his big and warm hands down on the tattooed arms until his thumbs could rub Tommy's palms. Adam lightly squeezed his hands before letting them go then put his hands on Tommy's hips, lightly pulling him back against his clothed chest and obvious bulge. He let his hands wander up and down on Tommy's sides and forward to map his chest and nipples, rubbing them until they were hard and sensitive.

“Don't be afraid, Tommy. I'm not a crazy stalker or rapist. I'm much more than that...” he said on a deep voice and slid one hand up to rest at the base of his throat and the other down to take the hard cock in his hand. He just held it in a loose grip, sizing it up before slowly pulling on it a few times. “Ask me what I am, Tommy...” he whispered in his ear.

Gasping as he felt the other male join him, the naked blonde shivered as the hands ran down his body. He felt like his body was being worshiped and it felt amazing to be treated this way. Tommy bit back a whimper as he felt the large body pressed to his, the large obvious bulge against his ass making his mouth water. He didn't know why he felt so turned on by a stranger's touch. His nipples were hard, his cock aching with need, body burning with desire.

He lightly blinked as the other male spoke, his mind momentarily confused. Not a stalker… and not a rapist… that… that was good. But if he was neither one of those things, then what was he? Adam didn't really give off waves of “human normality”. So what was he? A serial killer? What else was there? Shame how someone so beautiful could be so fucked up.

“W-What are you Adam?” he asked, barely above a whisper, mentally trying with all his might not to ask for a wanting touch.

The blonde's reactions made Adam smirk. He loved how responsive Tommy was to the slightest touches. Adam let his hand slide lower to cup the shorter male's balls before rubbing his hand against them. He slid it back up on the leaking dick and lightly tightened his hold on Tommy's throat. He turned the blonde's head to the side and kissed along the pale neck. He was slow and teasing, letting the tension grow while enjoying the pretty man's amazing taste and scent. When he let his fangs lightly scratch along his neck on his way up to Tommy's ear, Adam squeezed Tommy's cock a bit harder.

“I'm one of your favorite monsters, Tommy...” he said remembering caressing the Bela Lugosi tattoo on his arm. “I'm a vampire,” he whispered barely audible too. It was uncommon for him to reveal what he was. He usually let his actions tell that, but once his teeth were sunk in the delicate necks, it was too late for his victims.

Shivering a bit, Tommy leaned back against Adam, his head tilted to the side, body arching into Adam's touch, his cock hard and aching. He swallowed a bit thickly and dug his nails into Adam's pants when he felt the kisses upon his neck. It made him tremble and weak at the knees and he was grateful that Adam was holding him, lest he be on his knees by now. But then again… with that thick bulge poking him from behind, he wasn't sure he would mind being on his knees. In fact, he was sure before the night was over, he would be on his knees.

Whining pathetically with need, Tommy bucked against Adam's hand and cock, his head dipping forward as he began to pant. His favorite monster? He grew even more achingly hard as Adam squeezed his cock harder and mentioned being a vampire. A vampire? Fucking really? That was crazy.

“A-a vampire? That's... not possible. Is it?” Tommy vaguely tried to listen to all the things in his head that would tell him why it was just not plausible, but he turned to look at Adam, his eyes meeting the taller male's bright blue eyes. “Prove it to me…” he smirked, backing up a bit and leading Adam towards the bed. Sex with a vampire… that's something to cross off the bucket list. “Make a believer out of me…”

He just loved how Tommy reacted and questioned him. It happened before that people didn't believe him when he told them what he was or they accidentally learned about it. But Adam waited for the inevitable fear to show in Tommy's eyes in vain. There was disbelief, lust, challenge, some cockiness, but no fear. It felt good that for a change Adam didn't have to compel his prey to stop him from running away. No, Tommy was curious, not frightened. Adam just hoped it'd stay that way. It'd be such a shame to end his life. When his victims started panicking and fearing him, he quickly lost his interest in them and ended the feeding as soon as possible.

But now... now a dark smile crept on Adam's handsome face, mysterious blue eyes highlighted by thick black eyeliner flashed at Tommy. The eyes of a true predator as he followed him and climbed on the bed with unnaturally fluid movements. “My pretty boy wants proof? Hm then I should give him proof...” he whispered on an echoing voice and bared his fangs as he climbed over the naked body. He leaned closer, letting the lamp's light glisten on his fangs before he pressed his mouth against one of the small nipples. He licked and sucked it then grazed his fangs against the surrounding skin. It left shallow cuts and he sensually licked up the small drops of blood, the taste slowly driving him crazy for more.

When he finally managed to sit on the bed, Tommy scooted back upon it as Adam, the vampire crawled over him. His body was wide and broad, perfect in all the right spots. His blue eyes were shining so beautiful in the dim lamp light making the moment seem all more surreal. He felt no better than one of those cliché damsels that become enchanted by their monster of the night. Then again, with those beautiful eyes, who wouldn't be? He was sure this beautiful man could have anyone he wanted, yet he chose him. He briefly wondered why.

Although he didn't dwell on it too long as he sheepishly nodded at the question of wanting proof. He was so damn ready. His cock was aching and hard, his skin tingling with sensitivity, his eyes feasting on the sight below him. He sucked in a sharp breath seeing the fangs, his legs spreading wide to accommodate the male before he gasped and arched just from the touch of his lips against his nipple. His head tilted back on the pillow, his eyes closing and body relaxing before he groaned and arched wildly from the slight pain of the cuts mixed with the wonderful sensation of his blood being licked up.

It was crazy just how wild this was driving him. Why it took him so long to want this, the blonde had no clue. And Adam wasn't even naked yet. He wrapped his legs around Adam's waist, finding the sensation of him being fully clothed against his naked heated body hot. “Fuck…”

Adam grinned against Tommy's skin hearing the small male's breathy moan. “Want more proof? Hm?” he teased while rubbing the other nipple with his thumb. He leaned back and sucked its pair back into his mouth before starting a trail of kisses, bites and licks down on the slim torso. His control was starting to slip from the taste of both Tommy's skin and blood, his scent surrounding him, filling his nose. This mortal was even better than he hoped and he was far from being done with him.

The dark-haired man licked along the faint happy trail that led to the flushed and hard dick that was waiting only for him. But he ignored it in the last moment and kissed his way down to the top of Tommy's right inner-thigh. First he sucked on the fragrant flesh sensually then harder, coaxing the warm blood closer to the surface and then he let his fangs break the skin. He groaned louder as he started sucking on the small wound, one hand sliding on the neglected cock to smear the pre-cum all over it.

“Yes…please. Give me more proof. That way I know this isn't just a dream when I wake up this morning. Oh shit, can like vampires walk in the sunlight and shit? Should I not eat pizza anymore?” he chuckled (a bit breathlessly) as Adam's fingers and mouth tortured his nipples into hardness, the buds becoming sensitive and taught, making the blonde ache for more. His hands gripped onto Adam's hair as he trailed down his body. He lightly urged him lower as his cock was aching and needy, wanting relief. He vaguely thought about the fangs being so close to his dick, but he found he really didn't care just yet.

He whimpered as Adam finally got close to his cock just to ignore it. He groaned his obvious frustration as Adam seemed to just want to tease him by sucking on the skin of his inner right thigh. He had been so needy on wanting that mouth on his cock that when Adam's fangs broke into his skin the blonde yelped out in surprise. He arched even more, almost into Adam's mouth, the hand on his cock becoming an instant relief. “Oh fuck, fuck, fucking hell…” The blonde was a squirming mess, needy and wanton.

Adam sucked on the wound a few more times then he lifted his head and looked up at Tommy. He slowly licked his mouth and teeth clean while his thumb rubbed the wound, loving the way the small body arched and the hard dick in his other hand jumped from the sensation. “I personally can walk in the sunlight. I don't know about others and I don't care either. I only care about satisfying my needs and right now...” he paused for a second to twist his palm around Tommy's tip. “I want to have you...” he purred darkly and without any warning he wrapped his lips around Tommy's cock.

The sides of his fangs rubbed against it, but they were wide apart enough not to scratch the sensitive skin. Adam hummed around the tasty cock, the mixture of Tommy and the blood pleasing him. When the slim body tried to buck against him, he slid his strong hands on the narrow hips and held the blonde down easily. He hollowed his cheeks and sucked hard and fast on him, occasionally pausing to deep-throat the pretty man.

Tommy was groaning as he tightly gripped the bed sheets looking down at Adam, watching him lick away blood. His blood. Tommy whimpered from the hot sight, his tongue licking his lips as he wished to taste Adam mixed with his blood. He imagined it would be hot to share a bloody kiss. “W-Why me?” he had to ask. His curiosity was dying to know and he couldn't understand why someone so beautifully powerful would want measly, tiny, inproportionate Tommy Joe Ratliff.

He became so lost in his musings that when Adam's mouth wrapped around his cock, he was gasping and jack-knifing off the bed, his hands tightly gripping those dark locks. “Oh my…fuck! Holy fucking shit!” Tommy was arching wildly, trying to buck further into Adam's mouth and find his pleasures there, but instead, Adam just held him down. That was something Tommy loved even more. With his body thrumming with need, the blonde almost found it unfair that Adam had yet to be pleasured. “Please... let me do something for you…”

The vampire chuckled to himself seeing and hearing the pretty blonde's reaction. To answer him he slowed down his sucking and slipped his dick out of his mouth but he kept it close so his breath could tickle the wet and sensitive tip while talking. “Because there's something raw and beautiful in you. And I'm not talking only about your pretty face, which is breathtaking for a human, really. I'm talking about a unique spark that's in very few humans. It intrigues and excites me...” the vampire confessed and slowly pulled at Tommy's cock and sucked a bit on his balls before continuing. “And the way you react to my slightest touches... it's something I like very much... It makes me want to ram into you and fuck your brain out. But that'll have to wait a little longer as you seem so eager to please me too...” he said with a dark look as he knelt up and took off his suit jacket, tossing it on the floor without looking.

“Stay down like this. You can touch your dick but can't come yet,” he whispered as he opened his vest and pulled his shirt out of his pants and began slowly unbuttoning it, revealing more and more pale and freckled skin and ginger chest hair.

Tommy was shivering from the vampire's touch, it was pure torture to find someone this exciting. Someone who knew his body better than he did (and could play it like a damn fucking fiddle). The only downside the blonde could see is him being, ya know, a simple meal once the vampire was done. Who's to say Tommy would even get to pleasure and be pleasured should the vampire's hunger outweigh his need? With his trail of thought derailing a bit as he thought of all the horrible ways the vampire could do him in, Tommy arched wildly as Adam sucked at his balls, most (if not all) of what the other male said going unheard.

“H-How do I know you're telling the truth? What's my guarantee that you won't, ya know, kill me once you're done? Shit.” The blonde squirmed a bit under the male, although he was unsure if it was into or away from Adam's touch. Adam... that was such a simple name for a vampire. He expected something a bit cooler like, oh wait… shut up. Adam's clothes were beginning to come off. Fuck, it was a good thing he had a simple name, he didn't want to learn some new fancy name if all he was going to do was end up shouting it (he was sure he probably would by the end of the night).

Ignoring Adam's command to stay still, (because after all, he never liked rules and safe things were never fun... or maybe he just had a death wish), the blonde sat up, running his hands up the exposed chest, fingernails lightly drawing little shapes into the freckled skin. “How… what…” the blonde couldn't think, too absorbed into the beauty of the vampire. Surging forward, the blonde wrapped his lips around one of the vampire's nipples, sucking and licking, twirling his tongue around the bud until he felt it began to harden (the same soon being done to it's twin).
 

Part 2

Súgó Még nincs hozzászólás.

Frissítés

Csak regisztrált felhasználók írhatnak hozzászólást.