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Preston growled as he felt Elijah’s hands move up his body, unaware of how turned on the vampire was for him. Tightening his grip on Elijah’s ass, Preston ground his hips against the boys, needing any form of friction he could get. With his hunger not yet sated, he felt his need to drain the boy creep up to the surface and slowly pulled back, getting any remaining drops of blood he could to savor for later.
Eli moaned softly, grinding back against Preston. He smiled slightly as Preston pulled back and he wove his fingers through the vampires hair. “Please...will you fuck me, Sir?” He asked, pressing hips upwards, seeking friction.












