louder than the storm
“James!” Tony half-shouts, half-moans as he gets pushed against one of the ancient windows. It’s cold against his hot skin and while James’s skin isn’t warm, he feels hot all over. Each touch is like fire.
“Hmmm?” the vampire hums, busy with taking off Tony’s clothes. Well, more like tearing it off, but who cares. The show of strength only has Tony whining.
“H-here?” he asks quietly, finally burning his fingers in James’s long, soft hair. He doesn’t tug, just holds on, leaning his head back, baring his throat.
“I can smell how much you want it, pretty boy,” James laughs, rough and dangerous, cold lips pressing against Tony’s neck.
The human shivers but his cock is throbbing. He always had a thing for danger, and feeling his vampire’s fangs against his vulnerable throat is as dangerous as life gets. He could be dead within seconds if James decided.
“Can you hear it?” his vampire asks suddenly, and Tony has a really hard (ha) time focusing because there’s a muscular thigh between his legs and his mind is starting to get hazy. But James likes being answered.
He focuses and tries to get what the vampire means. “S-storm?” Tony’s voice is shaky and wanton and he can feel James’s smirk against his neck.
“Yes,” James purrs. “I want your screams to be louder than it.”
With that, he slides two fingers right into Tony’s ass, making him arch his back and shout. He’s still slick and wet from barely an hour ago, so it’s a painless pleasure. James finds his prostate with deadly precision and Tony’s legs buckle when he rubs it, merciless and intent.
“Please!” he shouts, hands now tight in James’s hair, tugging and holding on for dear life. “In me!”
James laughs again, a sound that rolls through the air like thunder, and then his thick cock is inside, pressing deeper and deeper each time they have sex until Tony feels like there’s no space left for his vampire to fill.
He’s always proved wrong.
“Always so tight and hot around me, motănel,” James purrs, that damned pet name so sweet on his cold tongue. Tony melts into his arms and thanks the God for the cold window against his hot back.
The next thrust is dead on his prostate and that’s when Tony starts to scream. He’s being hoised up, legs wrapping around James’s waist, tight and shaking as he gets fucked within an inch of his life.
Tony feels sharp fangs brush against James’s favourite spot on his neck and he can hear the unspoken question. He just smiles and bares his neck, even more, trusting his vampire completely.
When James’s fangs bury in his neck Tony shouts and a bolt of lightning strikes behind him. He can see it illuminating the dark room around them, can hear himself scream louder than ever before.
His vampire fucks him rough and fast, sucks his blood and leaves bruises everywhere, but Tony can feel the love and devotion in the air between them. He can feel it in every thrust, every caress of James’s cold hands against his ass.
“James!” Tony calls and then comes untouched, clenching around James’s thick cock, head thrown back and eyes closed.
It takes a few more thrusts before James is coming as well, his release cold and familiar, dripping down Tony's thighs. His vampire finally pulls his fangs out and Tony shivers when James tenderly licks the wounds closed and kisses the abused skin.
“Dragostea mea,” James croons softly, voice clearer than before and filled with affection.
Tony smiles sleepily and lets the vampire pull him into a kiss, tastes the iron of his mouth. “Love you too,” he mutters, letting James take care of him.
Outside the ancient mansion, the storm rages on.
@tcnystcnks i hope this helps adi, i tried my best
