Bath
Leading a pack of mostly feral vampires was not, if ever, peaceful. There was so much that Dettlaff had to see to, from territorial spats to ensuring their safety from hunters. The katakans' propensity for stealing and collecting shiny trinkets was a frustrating one, for if he didn't ensure they had something with which to distract themselves, they would pounce on the first glimmer they saw through the trees - usually it was some bit or bauble glinting in the sunlight on the belt of unsuspecting mortals. Meanwhile, the more beastly of his kind enjoyed making messes of their meals, only to attract the attention of necrophages. That in itself was both irritating and outright revolting.
Most days it was never more than he could handle. Yes, it was trying at times, but he did everything in his power to encourage his underlings to live their best lives away from human influence and interference. However, this day was not like most days. The remains that were an ekimma's plaything attracted the attention of rotfiends and scurvers, and while they were nothing to fear for a being such as himself, he did neglect to remember that they had a tendency to explode when weakened.
It was, by far, one of his least favorite days.
By the time he made it to the home he and Regis made for themselves away from prying mortal eyes, he felt and smelled absolutely horrid. It wasn't often he had enough time to himself for intimacy and self-care, but today he would make the time. Before he even stepped through the doorway, he shed his clothing like it carried the plague - it very well could for all he knew, what with how horrendous it smelled. Rather than try to wash the clothing immediately, he left them on the ground outside; he couldn't stand the smell much longer. His superior senses made this torture for him, so the sooner he washed the rotten gore from his hair and body, the better.
"Ugh, what is that stench?!" the voice of Regis exclaimed from another part of their home, disgust apparent on his face when he rounded the corner to see a nude Dettlaff sulking in the entryway.
"Rotfiends."
With that being the only explanation he needed, Regis immediately turned tail and left the room, though whether it was to help him with the offensive smell or to simply flee, Dettlaff was unsure. What he did know was that if he didn't get a bath now he would resort to finding a river to wash himself in. He was loathe to jump into freezing cold water when the skies threatened to drop snow onto them at any moment, but he was desperate by this point.
To his relief and delight, Regis had, in fact, left to get a head start on making a bath for him. It was a wonderful gesture that had Dettlaff smiling to himself. They lived together as lovers for only just over a year now, and yet it seemed that there were some things that never ceased to stir feelings of love and longing in him. He leaned against the doorway that led to the washroom, but as soon as Regis spotted him, the elder vampire scowled.
"Please stay out there while I run you a bath. I'm sorry, but you smell awful and I'd rather not subject myself to the stench for longer than necessary."
Dettlaff didn't blame him and stepped back outside with little complaint.
"I'm sorry. I'll be done before too long," Regis called to his companion. As much as he enjoyed the sight of Dettlaff in all his naked glory walking through the door, any possibility of excitement was quickly quashed in favor of getting him clean as quickly as possible.
"Thank you," was all Dettlaff said in response. He was a man of little words, though he did hope Regis understood just how much he appreciated the kind deed.
"Why didn't you at the very least rinse off in a lake or a stream?! Why did you have to track it back home? Where I eat??"
"It's cold."
Regis stepped out of the room and fixed Dettlaff with a look that said 'are you fucking kidding me?' All he got in response was a shrug. The smell was truly terrible, but they could open a window, could they not? At least he left his clothes outside.
"Is it ready?" Dettlaff asked, earning a sigh of exasperation.
"Yes it's ready. Hurry up and get in. If I have to suffer through this any longer I'll have to find somewhere else to live." Though Dettlaff frowned in response, Regis strode past him to tend to the clothes left by their door. As much as he would love to burn them, he knew the frock coat was Dettlaff's favorite, and so he would do what he could to clean it.
While Regis made an attempt to salvage Dettlaff's apparel, the latter made his way to the steaming water in the tub that had been prepared for him. With a pleased groan, he stepped into the hot bath. It almost made him want to cry in relief, but instead he settled with submerging himself so as to be fully enveloped in the warm liquid's embrace. Granted, he was ever so slightly too tall for the tub, but he did his best and that was all he could ask for.
By the time he reemerged, Regis was sitting at the end of the tub closest to Dettlaff's head. The look on his face told him that the view was more than pleasing to the eye.
"Feel better? I can't imagine you enjoyed being covered in putrescent monster fluids."
"Do not remind me."
Regis chuckled, though he wouldn't admit that the whole scenario was amusing if not revolting. He reached for a small bottle that kept a lightly perfumed soap in it. The soft scent of lavender that the bottle emitted once the stopper was removed was by far the best thing to soothe both their agitated noses.
"Here, allow me." Before Dettlaff had a chance to protest (not that he would want to), Regis deposited some of the lavender soap into his hand then proceeded to use it in Dettlaff's dripping hair.
The sensation was fantastic, and had Dettlaff bothered to grab some Toussaintois wine, he daresay he'd be in paradise. Regis' claws gently raking across his scalp left him humming in satisfaction, much like a content lapdog when scratched behind the ears. His eyes fluttered closed and he let himself be tenderly washed by the man he knew as his lover.
"Dettlaff?"
"Mm?"
"If you'd like me to wash the rest of you, you'll have to actually sit up."
With only a soft grumble in protest, for he was very comfy, he sat up and allowed Regis to dab some soap onto a wet cloth and run it across his back. Before he could get very far, however, Dettlaff reached back and snatched the rag from him only to toss it across the room.
"Care to explain yourself?" inquired Regis rather crossly, staring at the offensive wet trail that he'd no doubt step in with bare feet after forgetting its presence.
"Just your hands." The younger vampire didn't want to open his eyes for the risk of getting soap in them, but he did peek through one eyelid when he turned to look at the other. "Please?"
Not one to deny the dark-haired man much of anything, he complied and ran his soapy bare hand over the other's body. It evoked sighs of contentment and pleasure, but before long he bade Dettlaff lay back to rinse the soap from his shoulders and hair. Now free of foul-smelling gore, the black and silver strands were soft and smooth. Satisfied with his work, Regis stood to grab a towel, and by the time he returned, Dettlaff had stood with his arms over his head, stretching languidly while he waited for the other vampire's return.
The sight was incredible; droplets ran down the bare man's toned lean body, caressing each curve of muscle as they traveled down along with Regis' eyes. His round backside was a sight to behold, but even better was the sight of his wet, already semi-erect member glistening in the sunlight from the window.
Regis almost dropped the towel.
Without prompting, he stepped forward and ran the towel across Dettlaff's bare back, earning a slightly surprised grunt as he put his arms back down. Once the back and arms were dried, he started working on the front, but not before running a bare hand appreciatively over his rear. Dettlaff watched him with a look of gratitude, but Regis returned it with one of hunger. The salacious gleam in his eye wasn't lost on the younger, who took it upon himself to steal his lips in a kiss.
After spending all day running around to solve every problem that arose within his pack, Dettlaff wanted to relax; he could think of no better way to do so than in bed with his lover. As much as he wanted to deepen the kiss, Regis parted and stepped away.
"Get out." The growl in his voice was very thinly veiled. How long had it been since last they lay together? Normally he'd have pounced as soon as Dettlaff walked through the door, but they unfortunately had more pressing matters to attend.
Obediently, Dettlaff stepped out of the tub, his cock now fully erect with just those two aggressively spoken words. As cool and imposing as he appeared, nothing got him excited faster than bending to his partner's will after spending so much time leading and enforcing - it was a treat when the role was reversed every now and then.
Regis teasingly ran his claws down the other's bare chest, combing through the still damp hair that lightly peppered his pectorals before tracing the fine contours of his abdomen. The muscles over Dettlaff's stomach spasmed lightly when Regis traced the happy trail that led down to his loins; when he reached his intended destination, Dettlaff couldn't help but hiss softly through his teeth. The hand on his erection was gentle, but firm; a few slow strokes had him groaning low, but his patience was already starting to wear away.
"Regisss.."
"My, my. Eager, are we?" Dettlaff almost hated it when Regis teased him like this. It usually meant they were in for a very long night, most of which was spent bringing him so close to the brink of climax before torturing him by holding back. However, tonight would not be that night. As much as Regis wanted to take his time, he had spent long enough pampering his lover in the bath. He wanted more now.
Before Dettlaff had any cause to object, Regis dropped the towel to the floor and led the way to the bedroom. Not having to be told twice, the nude vampire followed suit. Once there, he was prompted to sit on the bed while Regis removed his own clothing. Dettlaff watched in admiration. Even after a year, he never any less adored his lover's body. He absently touched his own erection, only to earn a glare when Regis caught him.
"Too eager it seems. Do I need to fix that?"
Dettlaff mumbled a 'no' then bit his tongue before he could reply with some smart remark. He was growing impatient, but he knew the more he defied, the longer their foreplay. However, he didn't have to wait long before Regis was fully undressed, his own stiff member bobbing gently as he approached and pushed Dettlaff onto his back. The younger's tongue darted across his lower lip impulsively at the sight before him, a gesture that was quickly picked up.
A smug smirk on his face, Regis climbed atop the bed to straddle Dettlaff's chest, the latter knowing full well what was wanted of him. Without needing to be prompted, he took the head of Regis' cock between his lips and suckled gently, earning a hum of approval.
"Good boy."
The lewdness in his voice and words only spurred the man beneath him, who now only sought to please him. Though Dettlaff wasn't as adept at this form of foreplay as he was at others, he still took as much of Regis' erection into his mouth as he could, his tongue stroking the underside each time he pulled back and his cheeks hollowing out as he sucked him further in. He was careful of his sharp teeth, but each time they grazed against the sensitive skin oh so lightly, Regis groaned aloud. A hand gripped the wet curls at the nape of his neck, and before long, his mouth was being fucked into with only the barest amount of restraint. The firm tugging of his hair made him mewl from around the cock in his mouth, an excited tremor traveling from his chest down into his gut.
If Regis didn't stop, he would come undone too soon, and so he forced himself to pull away from his lover's mouth with a wet pop. Dettlaff didn't even need to be told what to do - as soon as his lover removed himself from atop him, he sat up and pushed himself further up onto the bed. Regis followed him then pressed their mouths together in a far more lustful kiss than they'd shared before. Teeth nibbled at Regis' lower lip, and soon he was straddling Dettlaff again, but this time further down his body. Their members grazed against each other before his clawed hand wrapped around both of them. They both moaned into their kiss as their hips instinctively moved together - the friction of their members rubbing against each other, already slick with their leaking precum, was driving them mad with want.
"Dettlaff.. I can't wait any longer," Regis whined against the other's lips, to which Dettlaff responded by reaching over to their bedside table to grab a small bottle from a drawer. The lubricant that was inside was dripped onto Regis' fingers, and he watched with hooded eyes as the liquid was spread over his member before then being used to properly loosen his lover's tight hole.
Once confident that he would cause himself little to no pain upon entrance, Regis removed his fingers to replace them with the head of Dettlaff's member. The reward was a sharp intake of breath from the vampire beneath him while he eased himself further downward.
The sensation of Regis wrapped around his cock sent a pleasurable shudder through him - it had indeed been far too long since last they lay together. He remained still for a moment to let the other man adjust, though he could only remain like that for so long. When Regis lifted himself painfully slowly, he had to stop himself from grabbing his hips and thrusting up into him with wanton abandon. He remained patient, though his nails dug into the other man's thighs - not hard enough to cause pain, but enough to keep himself restrained.
After a moment of methodical thrusts on Regis' part, he began to speed up which gave Dettlaff the permission he needed to move with him. The noises Regis made above him were a combination of pants, sighs and moans; they only served to drive Dettlaff to snap his hips upward into him. Gradually his moans became cries of pleasure, and while this was not Dettlaff's ideal position, it gave him a wonderful view of his lover's entire body. Watching his erection sway in time with his thrusts made him feel the need to please him further, so he released one of his sides in favor of stroking his length to the same rhythm with which they fucked.
A flurry of swears flew from Regis' mouth followed by an ill-restrained growl; he was losing the rhythm as he felt himself inch closer and closer to the brink of collapse. When that growl met Dettlaff's ears, he all but snarled in response before using sheer strength and momentum to flip himself over. A shocked gasp was all that could make it past Regis' lips before they were locked in another heated kiss. Any sound was swallowed by Dettlaff's hungry mouth, tongues pressed together momentarily before Regis forced himself to break the kiss and push his lover back only slightly - he needed just enough room to turn over onto his knees.
Dettlaff mounted him without a moment's hesitation, fully sheathing his cock into the vampire beneath him with a loud moan. The two were a mess as Dettlaff lost himself in their rutting, hips jerking forward quick and rough. While Regis mewled and cried, Dettlaff grunted low like a beast in heat. They fucked like animals, what was originally meant to be a coy and slow session of love-making now reduced to the desperate mating that they truly desired. They tried to show restraint, but the more pleasure they felt, the more they craved until it was burning both of them alive.
They switched positions only once more, solely for the fact that Dettlaff couldn't stand not being able to see his lover's face as he brought about his undoing. Their eyes locked momentarily, nothing but lust in the blue and black pools when they met. Without warning, Regis cried out, his climax hitting him with such a sudden intensity that he dug his teeth into his lover's shoulder so as to muffle his wails of release. The pain only served to intensify the pleasure, which in turn caused Dettlaff to tip over the edge with him. He pulled out of his lover and allowed his seed to spill across his stomach while Regis did the same.
Their panting filled the air, both their desperate needs satisfied for the time being. Regis unlatched himself from Dettlaff's shoulder, the force with which he had bitten him having broken the skin and drawn a few drops of blood. It was licked away with a sigh of appreciation from both of them just before the wound faded away almost as quickly as it was made.
Dettlaff laid beside his lover before wrapping his arms about him and tugging him close, ignoring the mixture of their fluids dripping onto the bed and staining the linens. There was a soft grunt of protest from Regis, but it gave way to another sigh, this time of contentment, when he settled into a more comfortable position. They fit together perfectly like the pieces of a puzzle, Regis' backside cradled by Dettlaff's lap, back pressed flush against a warm and toned chest.
Silence settled between them, both happy with cuddling in the aftermath of their coupling. Every now and then, Dettlaff would nuzzle the nape of his lover's neck much like a content cat, and each time Regis would smile warmly at the sensation. They lay like that for hours, drifting in and out of a comfortable doze. There was still the bath to drain and Dettlaff's soiled clothing to wash, but neither of them were in any rush to part. No, chores could wait. For now, they would bask in the glow that came whenever they made love.
