One thing the vampire appreciated about men’s fashion through the centuries in which he’d lived was that men's enticing throats were nearly always covered. Women's throats were still exposed in this current time period, but women had always been less of a temptation for him anyway.
So when his human friend suddenly began unwrapping his cravat from his neck, the vampire's gaze shot to it, intrigued to see the forbidden flesh.
The man saw him staring. “I'm sorry, but we're alone, and you don't mind, do you? It's just so hot I can scarcely breathe.”
The vampire could see his friend's blood thrumming under his skin, right there at that pulse point on his throat. Hunger sprang into life within his dead body.
“Please, make yourself comfortable,” he murmured, and his friend gave him a grateful smile as he picked up a book to fan himself with and slumped back on the sofa.
The vampire moved to sit beside his friend, and could not stop himself, then, from reaching for his collar. “Here, you will cool further if you open your shirt,” he said as he did it for him, exposing the hair at the top of his chest, and then laid his hand flat on his breastbone, his fingertips settling into the hollow of his throat.
The man started and dropped his book, the sharp chill of the vampire's palm distracting him from the oddness of his friend touching him at all. “Hell, your hand is cold! How do you manage it in this heat?”
The vampire's lips curled in a small smile. “I've never had a problem with heat. Not in a long time, anyway. It feels pleasant, does it not?” He caressed his chilled hand over his friend's heated skin in small circles.
The strangeness and intimacy of the gesture finally hit the human, and he squirmed in his seat, unsure how to react. But it did feel pleasant. More than pleasant, if he was being honest.
A second touch of cold skin shocked a small gasp from his lips as the vampire put his other hand upon his neck. It stroked at his heated skin there, while the other ventured lower into his shirt. Both hands, though cold, felt as though they were warming him from within, touching him with such tender sensuality that a fluid heat began to swirl and twist in his gut. He squirmed against the sofa cushions again.
“You seem agitated. You're flushed,” the vampire purred.
“It's, ah, it's the heat,” the man replied, breathing harder through his parted lips.
“Is it?” the vampire mused in that same low, purring tone. He shifted, pressing his thigh against his friend’s on the sofa and leaning his head close enough to feel the human’s warm breath on his cold lips. He thought of how warm the man's blood would be on his lips and trembled in anticipation. “Is there something more I can do to ease your discomfort?”
“I—” The man snapped his mouth shut and strained against the desire that was swiftly building in the lowest depths of his belly. This was his friend, another man, not someone he could find release with.
But the vampire didn't need an answer. He knew what he wanted, and he was quite sure, now, that his friend wanted it too. Or at least, he wanted part of what he was going to do. He probably did not want to be bitten, but that was unavoidable, now.
The vampire kept his hand on the man’s throat still, enjoying the feel of his pulse racing under his fingers, but moved his other hand to the man’s waistcoat, swiftly unfastening it and pushing it from his shoulders. “This will cool you,” he said, sensing that his friend still needed some pretense to justify what they were doing together. “Take off your shirt as well.”
He did not use compulsion in his words, but the man readily obeyed without it. Oh yes, the vampire thought with a smile, he has been wanting this. He leaned in and settled a hand on the man’s bare chest, directly over his thudding heart, picturing the delicious blood pumping through it. It was a struggle not to let his fangs drop yet.
“Someone might see,” the man hissed, finally acknowledging that this was more than just getting cool.
The vampire flung a hand out toward the drawing room doors, which swung shut and latched. The man’s eyes flew wide. “What was—”
His words were choked off with a gasp as the vampire dropped his mouth to his neck and nipped at his skin, not breaking through, yet, but simply teasing himself. “Shh.” His lips ghosted over the man’s pulse as he whispered. “We can speak later. Just feel.”
And he gave him something to feel, then, by slipping his hand down to the man’s trousers and tracing the hardening shape there, then freeing it entirely to slide his fist along the hot flesh. He pumped the man’s prick in one hand and clutched the back of his neck in the other, all while kissing and sucking at the man’s tender throat, still not using his teeth.
No protests fell from the man's lips, only hoarse moans. He no longer cared that this was another man doing this to him—the pleasure was far too great. His own hands reached out blindly toward the vampire’s hips, wanting to repay the pleasure he was receiving, and soon he too had a stiff cock in his pumping hand. It was strangely cold, just like the vampire's hands, but it still felt marvelous.
The vampire swung his leg over the man to sit on his thighs. It would be a trifle to hold him in place during what came next, but it would be all the more exciting to feel the man try to buck him off with their cocks out. He pulled the man’s hand off his cock, wrapping his own hand around both of them together instead, then slapping his other hand over the man’s mouth.
The human's eyes widened in surprise.
“Don’t scream,” the vampire warned him, and struck.
He did scream as the vampire's fangs pierced him, predictably, but it was of no consequence with the hand over his mouth. His body jerked violently in shock, then his arms shoved and tore at the vampire’s chest and shoulders, but a weak human could not budge him, of course. The man bucked his hips up to try to push him off that way, but all this did was slide his cock more roughly against the vampire’s, who rocked back against it. What bliss to feel such wild thrusts paired with the pulsing of the man’s fresh blood into his mouth! He savored the way it coated his tongue in its salty iron bitterness and then slowly ran down his throat, pulling heat with it along its path.
While the vampire was enjoying his dual pleasures in a languid haze, the man remained caught in a tumult of panicked confusion. Pain burned at his neck where the vampire was still latched to his skin, yet pleasure blazed out from the same spot, racing through his blood and down to where his cock was still in the vampire’s cold grip. The vampire’s hips rolled in a steady rhythm, dragging his cold cock along the man’s hot one in a delectable friction that, combined with the fiery pain, was swiftly building into the greatest pleasure the man had ever felt.
A deep groan rumbled in his ravaged throat. His hands clutched tight to the vampire’s shoulders, but instead of trying to push him off him again, he pulled him closer against his chest, and thrust his hips up to match the rhythm of the vampire’s, both of their cocks fucking up into his fist together now. The vampire hummed at his throat, sounding pleased, and the man moved a hand to his hair to hold his head tighter to him while tilting his head back to expose more of his neck. How could he have wanted this to stop? He still had no idea what this was, precisely, but that was of no consequence any longer. All that mattered was how glorious the blazing pain-pleasure felt.
The vampire relished the man finally submitting to him, and slipped his hand off his mouth so he could better hear his rapturous moans. Their gratifying sound, combined with the warmth of the human’s blood spreading through his body, drove him on faster and faster still, their slick cocks sliding tight and hard against each other until the human was wildly panting below him.
“I'm going to—oh! Oh hell!” the man choked out before his cries turned wordless as his climax slammed into him, sending his seed shooting from his throbbing cock.
The vampire felt his friend’s release and let his go at the same moment, mingling his seed with his friend’s on their joined cocks and groaning against the man's throat as he took a final long, deep draw of blood right at his peak, his vision clouding over with a red haze of wicked pleasure.
When the haze cleared, he pulled out his fangs and drew back, running his tongue over his teeth and smiling at the sight of the dual puncture wounds he'd inflicted. Too bad those pretty little red holes would have to be covered up by the man’s cravat. But they both would know they were there, just as they would both know that they’d fucked their cocks together—two delicious little secrets for the two of them to share.
His friend was still panting hard, head thrown back, sweat covering his face and matting down the hair on his chest. The vampire drew his clean hand through it, and the human’s eyes cracked half open.
The vampire smirked at him. “I don't believe we were successful in cooling you down.”
~ 🧛♂️🎩 ~
Update: there is now a part 2
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