vampire kotetsu drinking barnaby's blood
“I’m almost finished. You can stop eyeing me like I’m filet mignon.” Barnaby brought his knee up to his chest where he was seated cross legged on Kotetsu’s sofa, scooping the a bite of fried rice from the plate in his hand and into his mouth. He chewed and swallowed before finishing his sentence, “Don’t say anything about how that’s basically what I am.”
“Don’t be like that, Bunny,” Kotetsu watched patiently from his spot next to Barnaby on the sofa, curled against the arm of the seat with his socked toes buried under Barnaby’s thigh; they gave a little wiggle under his leg. He looked suitably offended by the suggestion even if his expression was tinted with just enough guilt to be noticeable. “You know that I haven’t eaten in almost a week, and my hundred power’s getting weaker way more quickly because of it, and you know how you taste to me…”
A flush colored Barnaby’s cheeks but it just seemed to pique Kotetsu’s interest even more.
“Fine, fine. I’m full anyway, and the likelihood of me passing out at this point is slim to none.” Barnaby set his fork down on his mostly empty plate with a put-upon sigh that was always just for show. Barnaby had only fainted once, but it was enough of a spook for Kotetsu that the man always made sure Barnaby was well fed and hydrated before the blond offered him a vein. Kotetsu seemed to coil in anticipation, muscles shifting under his open-collared button up as he sat straight, watching Barnaby unfurl his legs to plant his feet on the floor with sharp eyes.
Barnaby made to stand, but Kotetsu’s arm shot out like a loosed spring, and he hooked it around Barnaby’s waist with practiced ease. He tugged hard enough that Barnaby almost lost his grip on his plate, the fork flying to the floor with a muted clatted, “Hey, hey—”
“You’re stalling,” Kotetsu’s voice dropped, fingers brushing Barnaby’s in the process of taking his plate from his hands. He leaned them both forward even as he dragged Barnaby back towards himself like a cat with a fresh catch, dropping Barnaby’s plate onto the coffee table and burying his nose into the nape of Barnaby’s neck. “You’re not scared, are you…? You’re never scared.”
“Of course I’m not,” Barnaby seemed affronted, wrinkling his nose a little at the rice Kotetsu had spilled onto the coffee table. Kotetsu’s thighs tightened like a vice around his hips, the insides of his knees squeezing against Barnaby’s own as if subconsciously, and Barnaby was reminded vaguely of anacondas that were known to hunt fully grown jaguars. His fingers bunched in the fabric of Kotetsu’s slacks, and Kotetsu hooked his fingers in the collar of Barnaby’s v-neck with a hum. “You know how we get after you feed. If I don’t clean up the dishes now, it’s going to sit out all night.”
“I’ll do them in the morning.” Kotetsu’s promise was painfully empty, but the brush of his lips against Barnaby’s collar bone swept the thought from his mind. It was replaced with the bite of his shirt collar into the back of his neck.
“Old man, you’re going to stretch my shirt…” the complaint died on his lips with the squeeze of Kotetsu’s fingers into his hip, sharp teeth raking teasingly over his skin. Barnaby’s breath quickened despite himself, blood starting to thrum in his veins; his toes curled a little with anticipation. “Just take the whole thing off, you’re such a messy eater.”That was enough to get Kotetsu to release his hold on Barnaby’s upper body, and Barnaby leaned forward just enough to reach behind himself and tug his tee off over his head. Kotetsu was against his back again as soon as possible, forearm wrapped across Barnaby’s chest to grip onto his shoulder; the other hand threaded into Barnaby’s hair, encouraging him to tilt his head back onto Kotetsu’s shoulder with an insistent tug, and Barnaby went limp with compliance.
The first prick was hardly anything, just a soft puncture that Kotetsu could lave over with his tongue; Barnaby felt Kotetsu shudder at his back, a shiver running up his own spine to echo it. He dug his fingers into Kotetsu’s forearm with a soft sigh. Kotetsu’s lips were cool and soft against his neck as he nursed the incision, far contrary to the hard sharpness of his teeth that pressed back against his flesh as Barnaby gave a thump of his fist against Kotetsu’s thigh.
“Now who’s stalling, old man?” Barnaby’s voice sounded so small and breathless in his own ears.
“It tastes better when you want it,” Kotetsu rumbled, and Bunny’s heartbeat picked up hard enough that he could hear it in his own ears – let alone what Kotetsu was hearing.
Bunny spread his knees, pushing hard against the inside of Kotetsu’s thighs and sinking his own teeth into Kotetsu’s earlobe to encourage him. Kotetsu inhaled sharply, his grip tightening, and Barnaby twisted his hips petulantly. “How desperate exactly did you want me, Kotetsu?”
Kotetsu nosed Barnaby’s jaw upwards roughly, and this time he gave no dangerous brush of tooth before he sunk them just deep enough to hit Barnaby’s artery. Barnaby’s nerve endings sparked, blinding him momentarily as his brain fuzzed out and the muscles in his thighs started to spasm, but it only took a moment for his body to translate everything into a delicious wave of heat that had his lips parting around a ragged sigh and his body arching back into Kotetsu’s chest.
A gush of warmth spread down over Barnaby’s collar bone, and he reached up with shaking fingers to catch the stream of blood dripping thick over his chest; Kotetsu was more than happy to suck the mess from Barnaby’s wrist and palms, even as it just made the mess worse, and Barnaby breathed the softest of curses under his breath when Kotetsu’s hand found the outline of his cock in his jeans to squeeze in approval.
“Slow, slow,” Barnaby managed to chide, messy fingers burying in Kotetsu’s hair as that mouth found it’s way back to his throat hungrily. “I’m dizzy.”
“Your hand, Kotetsu, not…”
Kotetsu rumbled out his understanding, but slid his fingers into Barnaby’s jeans none the less. His palm was blessedly still, giving Barnaby a moment to catch his bearings before he gave an experimental rock of his hips up into Kotetsu’s touch. “Oh, fuck…”
“Not during dinner,” Kotetsu mumbled distractedly, and Barnaby would have told him off for it if he wasn’t so busy mindlessly grinding his cock up into Kotetsu’s rapidly heating grip.
“Suit yourself, but I’m going to cum,” Barnaby sighed, and Kotetsu had the decency to laugh at him just a little, even if he was still completely absorbed in his meal.
“Dessert suits me just fine,” Kotetsu growled, a bit of playfulness returning to his voice, and bless him, Kotetsu was lucky that Barnaby was in love, because Barnaby’s erection barely even stuttered.
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