72 for the smut prompts? maybe established saltommy plus buck if it pleases you?
Evan was flitting around the bar, pouring drinks and flirting for tips, pointedly ignoring the table where Sal and Tommy were seated, watching his every move. But Tommy could see the glances he kept throwing over at them, could see the way his fingers kept brushing over the bandage he was using to hide the bite mark Sal had left a few nights before. Knew there were similar bites on his hips where Tommy had sunk his own fangs in.
“Ah, he’s playing hard-to-get,” Sal smirked, lounging back in his seat as Evan bypassed them, again, to serve a bachelorette party seated in the corner. “That's cute.”
They had been playing this game for weeks now. Their blood supply had run out, and while it would have been easier to just go to the hospital and get more, Sal had been bored. The hunt was half the fun, after all, and Tommy could never deny him anything. They found a vampire friendly bar in the city and took up residence at a table in the corner. They didn't have to look long to find someone who suited both their tastes. Their handsome young server just happened to have a donor bracelet and was getting off shift within the hour.
“I actually just got my certification,” Evan admitted, when they asked him how long he had been a donor, the blush in his cheeks driving Tommy a little wild. “I've been waiting for a while, but there are so many steps to go through, and all the blood tests. You're the first ones to ask.”
“Come home with us,” Sal insisted, his nose brushing against Evan's jaw, breathing in his scent.
“Your first time shouldn't be in a feeding room,” Tommy agreed, shuddering to think of the cold, sterile setting. “It can be…intense.”
Then they’d had Evan spread out on their bed, gasping and shaking, bites still oozing, begging for more. All three of them knew this wasn't going to be a one-time thing.
Tonight, though, Evan was being coy. Tommy could hear his heart racing, even over all the other noise in the bar. He kept skirting their table, sending his coworkers over to take their orders, despite them being seated in his section. Never getting close enough for one of them to flag him down.
Finally, as the last of the other patrons were stumbling out the door, Sal caught Evan's hand and drew him in.
“We're hoping for another drink,” He purred, brushing his nose over the delicate skin of his wrist. “Something not on the menu.”
Tommy was kissing him as they stumbled through the front door of the house, running his hands through his hair desperately to free his curls from the styling product he used to lock them back. His fingers gently tugged the bandage away from his throat so he could scrape his teeth over the mark Sal had left, soothe it with his tongue.
“Please,” Evan breathed, his fingers tightening in Tommy's hair. Tommy kissed the bite softly.
“Not yet,” He murmured. Sal pressed against Evan's back, deft fingers opening the buttons of his shirt while Tommy kissed each new inch of exposed skin, slowly lowering to his knees.
Evan's cock was in his mouth when Sal pressed his fangs in. Evan whined, trying to push back and forward at once, torn between two forms of pleasure.
“You're alright, baby boy,” Sal told him, rubbing his hands lovingly over his chest, lapping at the slow trickles of blood sliding down his throat. “We're going to take care of you.”
A pitiful sound escaped his lips as he turned his head, seeking. He came licking the taste of his own blood out of Sal's mouth.
They laid him out across their sheets, taking turns teasing and nipping, worshipping his body in turn, the way had been praising each other for centuries. The moonlight made his pale skin look like it was glowing, an angel caught between two monsters.
Evan was in Sal's lap, riding him slowly as he wrapped his arms around Tommy's shoulders, nails digging in like if he pressed hard enough he would be absorbed into him, safe and close forever.
“Please,” He breathed again, baring his throat to Tommy as Sal's large, strong hand wrapped around him. Tommy sat back to look at them together. Sal, rough and rugged and forever thirty-six. Evan, young and beautiful and so, so alive.
He pressed forward again, burying his nose into Evan's neck, breathing him in. He looked over his shoulder at Sal, meeting his eyes, questioning, pleading. Sal's fingers wrapped around his, squeezing. Confirming.
Tommy moved back again, looking into Evan's deep blue eyes, brushing a thumb over his cheek.
My school is closed tomorrow yes thank goodness for having a brain and not giving us consequences if we want to take care of ourselves. It’s going to be 40 below so I’m going to steal my roommate’s food and live in the dorm all day long so I should find some time to be on here!
Uhhhhhhhhhhhhh what do you do when someone tells you they're planning to get something you've written tattooed on their skin like what's the proper response to that because basically all I'm capable of doing is just staring at my screen and going "holy shit"
