Writers: Death
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spongetasticPeter let out a soft whimper that he didn’t bother suppressing. His partner was pressed up tight against him, eyes dark in lust. The older man combed through Peter’s dark hair and instinctively the empath craned his neck to the side. There were already so many healed bite marks dotting his neck; so many other times when he let the other drink from him.
“So willing,” the vampire sighed, running his tongue over the human’s throat. Peter shivered in excitement. “You might be killed some day, beautiful.”
“Yes,” Peter agreed breathlessly, though his mind was in such a haze he wasn’t sure what he was agreeing to. He felt the vampire’s fangs glide over his skin and he gasped out, jerking eagerly. “Please,” he whimpered.
He felt the teeth sink in and he groaned, one hand gripping the other man’s shoulder for support while the other went down to rub his own crotch. The vampire mercifully added his own hand to help the human along as he greedily drank the hot blood. When Peter orgasmed that was usually when his partner stopped, but this time the vampire kept drinking.
“Umm…” Peter’s hand lifted shakily trying to push the vampire off. He was getting light-headed and dizzy. The world started getting dark around him. A chill slowly crept up his hands to spread through his arms and legs. His breathing grew shallow, his thoughts disjointed.
When the vampire finally let him go Peter fell limp in his arms. He was so cold, so cold and tired. He just wanted to sleep.
“Here.” He felt something nudge his lips and Peter tasted blood. He recoiled at first, licking his lips uncertainly. But after that first taste he wanted more. He lunged forward and drank eagerly. It was hot and coppery sweet, and the more Peter tasted the more he wanted.
But he was still incredibly tired. His heartbeat grew slower and slower until it was nothing more than a crawl. It was a struggle to take the next breath. He could feel the dark cold closing around him and he felt too weak to fight it.
Peter just wanted to sleep. He would worry about it when he woke up.
“So willing,” the vampire sighed, running his tongue over the human’s throat. Peter shivered in excitement. “You might be killed some day, beautiful.”
“Yes,” Peter agreed breathlessly, though his mind was in such a haze he wasn’t sure what he was agreeing to. He felt the vampire’s fangs glide over his skin and he gasped out, jerking eagerly. “Please,” he whimpered.
He felt the teeth sink in and he groaned, one hand gripping the other man’s shoulder for support while the other went down to rub his own crotch. The vampire mercifully added his own hand to help the human along as he greedily drank the hot blood. When Peter orgasmed that was usually when his partner stopped, but this time the vampire kept drinking.
“Umm…” Peter’s hand lifted shakily trying to push the vampire off. He was getting light-headed and dizzy. The world started getting dark around him. A chill slowly crept up his hands to spread through his arms and legs. His breathing grew shallow, his thoughts disjointed.
When the vampire finally let him go Peter fell limp in his arms. He was so cold, so cold and tired. He just wanted to sleep.
“Here.” He felt something nudge his lips and Peter tasted blood. He recoiled at first, licking his lips uncertainly. But after that first taste he wanted more. He lunged forward and drank eagerly. It was hot and coppery sweet, and the more Peter tasted the more he wanted.
But he was still incredibly tired. His heartbeat grew slower and slower until it was nothing more than a crawl. It was a struggle to take the next breath. He could feel the dark cold closing around him and he felt too weak to fight it.
Peter just wanted to sleep. He would worry about it when he woke up.