#stolen nectar

[hawkinsbnbg]

stollen nectar: chapter one

For @steddiesmuttyseptember Week 1: hate sex, motel; @substeveseptember Week 1: self-discovery, and @steddiebingo prompt fill: Eat Me Alive.

Hooded eyes fell on Steve's bare form—fair, smooth, freckles and moles dotted, vulnerable—and something wild, heated unfolded in them.

Against Steve's volition, he squirmed beneath the shameless staring. He had nowhere to hide, feeling his nipples pebble while his stomach coiled with humiliation. Pointless as it might be, he still tried to squeeze his thighs together, hoping to soothe the longing ache down there.

Eddie smiled, wolfish.

"Caught ya."

[hawkinsbnbg]

stolen nectar: chapter two

For @steddiesmuttyseptember Week 2: whimper, exhibitionism, tongue, leather; and @substeveseptember Week 2: kink clubs.

Eddie's lips were soft, warm, and wet, tasted like mints and cigarettes and bad omens. So startlingly alive that it sparked tingles all over Steve's nervous system.

[hawkinsbnbg]

stolen nectar: chapter three

For @steddiesmuttyseptember Week 3: secret, love confession, knees, spit; and @substeveseptember Week 3: aftercare.

Steve licked his lips, plagued with desires to sink his fangs into the warm flesh, to take a sip from the source this time, drinking the nectar that had been brewed just for him.

[hawkinsbnbg]

stolen nectar: chapter four

For @steddiesmuttyseptember week 4: wedding night, toys, pool and @substeveseptember week 4: taboo.

A stake to the heart, blessed weapons, sunlight, crucifixes, and holy water were often the causes of death for an average vampire. And yet, not many knew that vampires were prideful creatures who mostly died by their own hands.