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Fuck, man. Are you the Zodiac Killer?

Daniel had pressed himself up against the oven. He did absentmindedly wonder if he’d manage to accidentally turn the gas stove on with his ass, if he nudged against one of the knobs just right, but that thought quickly became nothing but background noise. The man across from him was flashing an especially sharp set of pearly whites. He made an amused sort of sound under his breath before sidestepping the counter that shielded the boy from him. 

“What do you think?”

Daniel thought a lot of things, actually. All of which the man, Louis, could hear. Like the incessant sound of a buzzing mosquito. Dipping into his mind felt like plunging his head into whitewater rapids - just a constant barrage of terrified, also surprisingly horny, trains of thought. Flashes of images hit him simultaneously, most of which depict the boy having his throat ripped out, having his body drained cold and pale, having his most tender veins pierced as they sputtered out rivers of hot blood, a lot of hot blood. Blood all over his thighs, bite marks scourging the inner flesh, a slippery sheet of red coating Louis’ own bare chest. This was oddly erotic. The speed at which these fantasies were pelting his brain made his head spin.

“Oh, you’re fuckin’ sick,” he chuckled.

The boy’s nostrils flared. He attempted to speak, but whatever came out of his clammy mouth was garbled and unintelligible. As Louis stepped closer, Daniel arched like a taut bow with his chest puffed out.

“Don’t fuck with me, man, you have to be fucking with me,” he muttered.

Louis bit back the obvious joke. 

“Nah, you wanna see for yourself?”

He opened up his mouth with a snarl and let his fangs drop. Daniel, mouth agape, let out a choked whimper. His furrowed eyebrows twitched, a lot of him twitched actually - his fingers that gripped the edges of the oven, his top lip. His chest shuddered with uneven breaths as well. The boy shook like a leaf.

“Can I…” his eyes flicked between Louis’ eyes and mouth, fixated on his large fangs, “can I take a closer look?”

His tone was laden with suspicion. Louis just raised his eyebrows and wandered closer, widening his mouth expectantly. He could feel the boy suppress another whine as his gaze lingered on his canines. The sheer size of them was nearly obscene.

“Shit,” he said under his breath. 

He was inches away from the vampire’s face now, and every shaky exhale fanned across his face. A trembling finger began beelining towards his open maw. You’d think he’d consider the risks that come with offering up such a tender appendage to the waiting mouth of a vampire.

“Can I touch them?”

The boy’s wide puppy eyes met Louis’ after a moment of hesitation. Swiftly, he grabbed Daniel’s wrist and pressed a fingertip right up against the sharp point of his fang. He let out a sharp and sudden gasp.

“Go ahead, boy,” he said around his finger. 

His lips brushed up against and curved around the digit as he spoke, purposefully and teasingly slow. Daniel licked his lips and steeled his nerves before stroking a tentative pad along the ridge of the tooth. Taking a quick dip inside again, Louis was surprised to hear a distinct lack of noise coming from the boy’s brain. He was focused on the monster of a canine in front of him, his inner dialogue consisting mostly of holy fuck, these things are real, and need that inside me . Vulgar.

While Daniel fervently thumbed at his fangs, Louis snaked an arm behind his back, then under his shirt. He inched forward until the boy had to retract the finger out of fear.

“Ah,” Louis caught his wrist mid-air with his free hand, “not wriggling your way out of this. You don’t taunt a vampire like that.”

His eyes widened at that, hips canting of their own accord. Louis lifted Daniel’s wrist up to his lips.

“Entice a vampire like that. Is that a more fitting term? You seem to know exactly what you’re doing,” he said, soft flesh of the inner wrist pressed up against his mouth.

“I don’t-”

“You do, Daniel, you do. I can hear you begging for it.”

The needle sharp end of a fang poked at the vein bulging below the root of his palm. Daniel made no effort to pull away and seemed to melt right into his words. Proving his suspicions, all Louis could hear coming from the boy’s mind was a steady and loud stream of bite me fuck me bite me fuck me.  

“What, do vampires read fucking minds or something? I know you’re making that part up, man, I’m not an idiot-”

“You are.”

“I am, but-”

“We can read minds. And right now you’re thinking a lot of disgusting things, Daniel. You want me to read them out for you?”

Louis nosed down his wrist and pressed featherlight kisses to the ticklish flesh. The promise of teeth dragged lightly along the skin as well, leaving the faintest of white lines. The boy’s brain was again a blaring siren of unbearable noise, internal dialogue screaming at him to sink his fangs in, then bend him over this counter, then take a nice chunk out of his neck. Jesus, these were some vivid fantasies.

“Tell me what I’m thinking right now,” Daniel huffed excitedly, his face split into a grin.

He was challenging him now. A more specific and solid image was projected into Louis’ mind. They were kissing - very tame for what he’d come accustomed to - fresh blood dripping down their mouths like drool and coating their bare chests. A little disgusting, actually. For most humans this would be vomit-inducing, but for Daniel, this sent a jolt straight to his dick. Louis could almost see it twitch in his jeans. 

“You want me to kiss you up against this counter. You want it bloody. You want us shirtless.”

“Pretty bang on.”

Louis finally dropped his wrist much to Daniel’s disappointment, and he languidly slung both of his arms over the boy’s shoulders, whispering into his ear, “You want that, Daniel?”

He nodded enthusiastically. 

“Ask for it. Use your words, boy.”

“Yeah, yeah I want that- come on ,” he whined petulantly, “you know exactly what I want.”

“ Ask for it ,” Louis repeated.

Daniel grumbled and rolled his eyes. He had a fascinating disregard for his own safety, huffing and puffing like a spoiled child while caged in by a vampire. He pouted as he slinked his arms around Louis’ very incredible hips.

“Please, can you kiss me? Kiss me and make sure I feel your fangs? Shirts off, also. Don’t forget about that part.”

“Sounded more like a demand to me, watch your tone.”

He disregarded that. Daniel leapt at his mouth and crushed their lips together. In an easy motion, he cupped the gentle swell of Louis’ hips and spun him around, pushing him up against the counter. The boy was already trying to pry his mouth open with his tongue on a search for fangs, only interrupted by another spin further down the counter; Daniel ended up pinned again.

“You’re real eager,” Louis drawled.

Daniel’s mouth chased him as Louis backed off a bit, hips still pressing incessantly into his very obvious erection. 

“But you’re gonna listen to me, Daniel. You understand that?”

“Yeah, I do. I do,” he said, out of breath.

He nodded his head at a dizzying speed until Louis clutched at the root of his hair, forcing a hiss out. He yanked his head back and forced Daniel to look down at him over the bridge of his nose.

“I’m gonna get you a bit more agreeable. More relaxed. That’d be beneficial for the interview, yeah?”

“More agreeable, you’re training me like a fucking dog or…?”

“You want that?”

Yes, Daniel’s mind screamed.

“Are you kidding me?” Daniel’s mouth said, “Shit.”

He cursed under his breath at his brain’s admission. His head ran a million miles a minute and getting his thoughts under control was like trying to slow a freight train at full speed.

“I can help with that, Daniel,” Louis whispered.

The way he said his name, Daniel, drawn out and low was like a voice cast down directly from heaven above. His hand massaged at his nape, and Daniel almost expectedly to find himself purring like a pampered cat at the petting. He could only sigh and lean back further into the touch.

“I can quiet down that head of yours. Calm you down some. You’d like that?”

His neck was exposed as his head lolled further back. Daniel wondered if this made him a bit of a slut in the vampire world, flashing his tantalizing carotids like a whore. He took a heavy gulp in the hopes that those arteries would bulge a bit and put on a real show. Yeah, that’s really hot.

“Yeah, yeah alright,” he sighed.

Louis let go of his curls and finally pressed his lips against his. He was cold like a soothing balm. His cool hands were cupping both sides of his face now, reverently stroking. The kiss was too gentle, but Daniel stayed put. 

“Take your shirt off,” Louis told him, lips still brushing up against his.

Daniel barely needed to process what he said before he was tugging at his sleeves and pulling the collared shirt over his head. He tried to puff his chest out, but the gesture seemed more shy than anything with his arms tucked behind his back.

“Go ahead, be a gentleman,” said Louis, pulling the hem of his shirt towards Daniel’s direction.

“Right, yeah.”

Daniel stepped forward with a fumbling enthusiasm, his fingers already reaching towards the top buttons of his blouse. His mouth was pressed into a thin line. One by one, he popped the buttons out with shaky hands and slowly revealed the smooth brown skin underneath. Daniel’s movement slowed to a snail’s pace as his gaze instead lingered on Louis’ exposed chest.

“Mm, sorry, sorry,” he muttered before quickly unbuttoning the rest of the shirt.

Daniel breathed a sigh of relief as shoved the shirt down Louis’ shoulders, then smoothed over the skin of his shoulders with his hands. The boy hummed appreciatively. 

“That’s good,” Louis said while taking slow, purposeful steps forward until he had backed Daniel up into the counter again.

He weaseled a hand back into his curls and pulled before crashing their lips together again. Daniel’s pained whimper was dampened by his tongue. This was more what he had in mind. A flexed thigh pressed into his open crotch and the hand not tangled in his hair was gripping him by his narrow hips, hard enough that it felt like it could bruise. Louis clutched even harder at the small sliver of skin he anchored himself to, with the sharp pin-prick points of his claws making small, crescent shaped indents. Daniel could feel every decade of experience in the way Louis kissed him, ran his tongue over his, nipped at his bottom lip. His comfort zone is approximately the size of several football fields, but even he felt in over his head. He had to have been sucking his face like a horny teenager at this point.

“Fuck! What the- fuck!” Daniel yelped.

The suction between them broke. Blood was dripping heavily from his gaping mouth, oozing from a gash on his tongue. The initial sting was replaced with a hot and persistent ache.

“Where’d you suppose the blood was gonna come from?” Louis asked, chuckling a little under his breath.

He gripped the boy’s jaw in his hand and wretched it open. Daniel’s breaths came out in laboured heaves, half due to the pain and half due to arousal. A thumb made its way across his plush bottom lip, toyed with it for a moment, then delved inside his mouth. He pressed down on his tongue which forced a gargled groan out of Daniel’s throat. He choked a bit on the rush of blood forced out of the wound, much to Louis’ amusement. When he dropped his head, Daniel sputtered out a thick glob of saliva-blood onto his own chest.

“Shit, man,” he said, tongue swollen, “no, yeah, I guess this is what I asked for.”

With that, Louis dove back in. It was almost violent the way he was kissing him now, spurred on by the scent and taste of his fresh blood. He lapped at his mouth and sucked on his tongue - mildly gross, but Daniel wasn’t in the headspace to really care - and drank small gulps of it right from the wound. Still, he was gentle. Surprisingly tender. His hands were rubbing and massaging his back, taking the meat and squeezing it, then pawing at the back of his shoulders. Daniel felt taken care of. He was kind of like a hot teacher. He imagined Louis in a tight pencil skirt and half-unbuttoned blazer that barely covered the lacey shirt underneath, swooping neckline giving him an eyeful when he bent over to help him with his homework. That was fucking beautiful. That was-

“Daniel, fuck are you thinking about right now?”

“You- no right you can hear all that, right, shit. Sorry.”

“Shut the fuck up.”

The next kiss very well did so. Louis’ fangs were fully dropped and pressing sharply into Daniel’s lips, dangerously close to breaking skin. They teased the sensitive skin inside his mouth, his tongue- another cut. He whined high in his throat as he felt the wound burst with blood. It was pouring out of his mouth like a faucet and coating his chin. Louis’ pawing hands were groping at his chest, now slippery with the blood dripping steadily down.

A pleasant buzz replaced the usual noise inside Daniel’s head, which was probably partially due to the blood loss. The question may as well have been rhetorical, too. He knew the answer. But Louis wanted to hear him say it.

“Yeah, want more though,” he was able to mumble out, finding it hard to speak around the blood, “wanna… want-”

Daniel pulled Louis down into him and placed sloppy kisses onto his chest. He was practically drooling all over his tits. His stained mouth left lipstick kisses all over his skin before they were washed away by the steady stream of fresh blood. He sucked and laved at the supple flesh, obnoxiously kissing around his nipples and within the dip of his collarbone.

“Christ, alright. Down, boy,” Louis chided only half sarcastically.

Daniel quickly threw himself down onto his knees. Not what Louis had in mind, but it’s not like he was against what was happening. Daniel looked out of breath, like he’d already been fucked, and rested his head back against the kitchen drawers.

“You look…” the boy eyed him up and down, watching the sheet of blood roll across his chest in heavy rivulets, “...you look fucking insane. Fucking beautiful. So beautiful, so good.”

Louis hummed in response and began to pet the top of his head. As if his fingertips were dipping right inside, he peeked into Daniel’s brain. A warm, hazy feeling bloomed in his chest. His thoughts still ran a mile a minute, but in the background was muffled buzzing, like a soft blanket wrapped around his head. Vivid images of Daniel gagging on his cock snapped him out of it like a quick slap. Okay, wow, good lord. He was working it like his life depended on it, too. He was cupping the balls and everything.

“You went quiet there,” Daniel said, “you catch all that?”

He tapped his head with a pointed finger and Louis stared down at him incredulously. He was trying to rile him up.

“Yeah, I did.”

He rooted his hand in the boy’s curls again - a firm tug. This wasn’t what Louis usually did with the men he brought back from the bars, taking the reins and yanking them around like this. But Daniel felt like a challenge. Daniel was begging to be wrangled, to be managed. And Louis was real good at managing things.

“You wanna get to it then?” he said, tugging his head closer to his jeans.

Daniel’s face broke out into a wicked grin. He waited expectantly on his knees like it was going to be handed to him on a silver platter.

“Don’t make me wait all day, boy. Do you expect me to do all the work?” 

The boy huffed and began working on Louis’ belt. He tugged it hastily out of the loops before thumbing around the button of his jeans.

“You’re a real pillow princess,” he grumbled under his breath.

“Hm, usually.”

Daniel’s breath hitched as he continued to struggle with the button and zipper of the vampire’s pants. It was a bit pathetic. He finally managed to wrangle the jeans down, and his sweaty hands began to paw at his boxers instead. Stumbling over his own fingers, he got a grip on the elastic waistband with trembling digits. He looked up again with a tentative gaze, big hazel eyes seeking confirmation. Or permission, maybe, like telling a dog to sit and wait before he gets his treat.

Louis nodded and cupped a cold hand around the boy’s cheek. He was lost in the touch for a moment, and leaned into it with a sigh. Eyes barely open now, Daniel shimmied the underwear off. He immediately  wrapped his hand around the base of Louis’ cock. He briefly thought of speaking into it like a microphone, but he somehow managed to hold himself back. Instead, he stroked the head of it with a flattened tongue before pursing his lips around it, then flicking at the slit. The hand that once had a firm grip around the root of his dick was moving upwards, featherlight. The boy’s mouth moved further down, down, thick blood and drool dripping from his bottom lip and lubricating his cock. Daniel was swirling his tongue now, moving faster, bobbing up and down in tandem with his slicked hand. He just kept going. He never came back up for air for what seemed to be entire minutes at a time.

“You’ve got a real talent here,” Louis said through gritted teeth.

Daniel popped off his dick with a squelch, fist still pumping. “A skill, not a talent. Took a lot of hard work to get where I am.”

His voice was raspier than it usually was, which was very. A miracle he could even talk at all considering how fervently he’d been deepthroating the cock in front of him. When he went back to going to town on his dick, Louis was struck with a scrapbook of past encounters. Daniel on his knees in a bathroom stall, another shitty apartment, in an alley. Hands pawing at thighs while he swallowed down cocks like he was meant for it. Louis almost felt the stretch in his own throat.

“Yeah, that’s evident. You’re a…” a bit of a slut, “...a man dedicated to his craft,” he sighed.

“Yeah. Also just a bit of a slut.”

Oh, alright. Glad to know he agrees. Louis snaked his fingers back into that familiar place in the boy’s curls and shoved himself right back into his awaiting mouth. He was dangerously close now, not helped by the image of Daniel slobbering blood all over his cock. The wounds on his tongue must be aching from the constant friction, but judging from his hips fruitlessly humping the air, that was a positive. His knees nearly buckled, but he steadied himself with his free hand gripping the counter.

“Close. Close, Daniel,” he hissed.

He ushered the boy even further back against the kitchen cupboards until the back of his head hit them with a quiet thump. Louis was fucking his face unabashedly now. When he looked back down, Daniel had his eyes screwed shut and his hands palming at his clothed dick. Louis pried him off.

“What…” Daniel sputtered, “you’re- shit. ”

His shoe pressed down on the bulge in his pants. A half pained, half ecstatic gasp wretched its way out of Daniel’s fucked-out throat as Louis ground the toe of his dress shoe into his crotch. The vampire began stroking his own cock lazily as he watched him chase the friction.

“A fuckin’ needy thing,” he muttered absentmindedly, hand speeding up now.

Daniel pressed his face into Louis’ thigh, and he could feel the hot tears soaking his skin. More blood dribbled from his lips and left thin rivers down his calve as he whined, open mouthed. He looked like a mess. 

“Please, come on. Man, please, please- I need- don’t make me fucking-”

“Up.”

Louis lifted his foot and kicked him lightly in the chest, sending him back until he sat upright against the drawers. Daniel’s thighs fell completely open. Bracing himself with one arm on the counter, he pressed straight down onto his inviting crotch while fucking into his own fist. The boy looked dazed, heaving chest still coated with blood and stained with handprints. He eyed Louis’ cock pleadingly.

With a shuddering gasp, he came all over the boy’s chest. Red, sticky liquid clung to the contours of his breasts. Louis finally relented his pressure on his boner.

“Oh- oh my god,” Daniel exclaimed, “you’re kidding me. You guys fucking cum blood?”

“Don’t have much other liquid in our bodies.”

“You cry blood too, then?”

“Mhm,” Louis dropped down into a squat with a huff. The boy still hadn’t stopped digging for answers. “You wanna taste?”

“I’m sorry?” he panted while Louis languidly dragged a finger through the mess on his chest.

He took his jaw into his firm grip and pried his mouth open. The vampire was caging him in now, nearly straddling a thigh with his knee just barely pressing into Daniel’s open crotch. With the fingers that had been toying with his chest, he slipped the coated digits past the boy’s swollen tongue. He gagged a bit at the intrusion before Louis’ hold on his face was released, and he wrapped his lips around the fingers.

The taste of the blood hit his tongue like a firecracker. It was sweet, almost syrupy, and burned in the back of his throat like cinnamon. The iron tang he expected settled softly like an aftertaste. As Daniel sucked sloppily on his bloody fingers, his senses dulled, then heighted in a sudden burst as if coming up from the water for air. It left his ears ringing.

“Fuck, man,” he murmured around Louis’ fingers.

His cold hand on the back of his head stroked at his nape gently and pulled a sweet moan out of the boy’s stuffed mouth. Every sensation had been turned up to 11.

“How is it?” Louis asked softly, like speaking to a startled animal, as he pulled his sopping fingers out of Daniel’s drooling mouth.

“It’s… fuck-” he greedily lathered his own hand with the remaining cum, “Fucking insane. S’nothing like I ever had,” stuffed his fingers in his mouth, “I fee’ ‘ike my… I’m-” reluctantly pulled them back out, “my body is stretching on and on and it’s pulling- it’s pulling…”

Daniel slapped his wet hand lightly onto Louis’ bare chest, right above his heart. Before he could say anything, the boy crushed his bloodied lips into his and licked into the cavern of his mouth. His cum coated Daniel’s tongue - he was trying to feed it back to Louis. They snowballed it between them, globs of blood and spit spilling down their chins. The boy was lost in it. He thought he might’ve burned a hole through his pants with the way his untouched dick was throbbing, near painfully so. Daniel humped the vampire’s thigh like a dog in heat.

“It’s a lot, right?” Louis gasped out of breath. Daniel stole another kiss before he answered.

“Yeah. Feel like my dick might explode.”

He began nuzzling into Louis’ neck, sucking hickies into his skin that would fade within minutes.

“Please, Louis,” he pleaded into the tender junction between his neck and shoulder.

“Please what?”

Daniel didn’t answer, refused to, and began peppering open-mouthed kisses across his collarbone, then up to his jawline and cheek. He kissed the corner of his mouth with a sigh.

“You know I want you to answer with your words, Daniel. Out loud.”

“It’s embarrassing.”

“Like gagging on my cock and shoveling my cum in your mouth is any less embarrassing? You were humping my leg just a few seconds ago like you couldn’t even help it. You can’t help it.”

The boy looked like he was near tears. Just like Louis said, he went back to grinding on his thigh - like he couldn’t stop himself even if he tried. Small, frustrated groans were punched out of Daniel with every press down. Truthfully, he wasn’t embarrassed. He was stubborn. He wanted to see how many of the vampire’s buttons he could press and rules he could break until he snapped. But, Daniel’s patience was running thin, not at all helped by the aphrodisiac effects of Louis’ blood. And a vampire had all the time in the world to wait.

“Just say the word and I’ll give it to you, Danny,” Louis purred while rubbing soothing circles into his bare back, “tell me exactly what you want.”

Danny, that was like a shock straight to his dick. He slumped over into Louis’ waiting arms.

“Want you to fuck me, please. We could do it on the table if you want. On the counter? Please, Louis. Don’t know how else I can- come on, you’re killing me here, man,” he whined.

“More.”

“You’re a fuckin’ monster.”

“Is that any way to talk to a lady?” Louis asked in that sweet and sincere voice. 

Daniel was writhing in his embrace, a wet patch now visible on the inseam of his jeans. He felt lightheaded, almost nauseous. He really was going to die tonight, not because a vampire ripped his jugular out, but from his balls exploding with such ferocity that his legs would be blown clean off. 

“Please, Louis, I’ll be good, I’ll make it good,” he keened, “I’ve never needed- I just need you to fuck me, baby, please. Need you in me, you- I need you.”

The boy was clutching one of Louis’ hands and rubbing his face up against it, trying to plant kisses on the skin as he squirmed around. All Louis could hear coming from his mind was a gentle hum, with a few pesky and incessant voices nearly drowned out by the buzz. Still, so busy.

“Is that enough? Am I-”

“Good boy.”

He could’ve sworn he heard an actual short circuit in his brain. Daniel’s bones turned to jelly as he fully surrendered into the vampire’s arms, whining high in his throat. 

“Strip, then get up on the table for me,” Louis told him as he stood up off the floor, leaving Daniel to collapse onto his front.

He heaved like he was dying as he lay on the ground. It took all his strength to roll over and begin fumbling with his belt. Daniel stared up at the ceiling through bleary eyes and felt the blood trickle down his throat, wounded tongue still steadily leaking. He finally tugged his belt off and willed himself to sit up through the vertigo. A pair of hands scooped him up from behind and pulled him onto his feet.

“Come on, go ahead,” encouraged Louis, his chin resting on one of Daniel’s shoulders as his arms wrapped sweetly around his midsection.

“You’re sweet, waiting for permission.”

Louis pulled them off himself in a swift motion. His cock finally sprung out of its confines, painfully hard and nearly purple. Had it been that long? One of Louis’ hands began snaking down the boy’s body and dancing around his pelvis. He spread his fingers through the happy trail leading down to the base of Daniel’s bobbing dick, fingertips just barely missing the root of it. He ripped it away before Daniel could start complaining.

“Now, up on the table. Spread your legs for me.”

He was eager to please and practically leapt up onto the wooden dining table, pushing the tape recorder and beer bottles to the side. He scooted further up the surface then leaned back on his palms. His thighs fell open easily. Louis took his sweet time waltzing over to the display, and when he finally stepped between the boy’s spread legs, he began stroking the sensitive skin of his inner thighs. It would be so easy to bite right into the sweet flesh, gulping down his blood from his throbbing femoral artery. His dick ached at the thought. A whimper drew his attention away from his veins and towards Daniel’s poor, neglected cock.

“I’m gonna get us some things to get you ready, Daniel. Can you wait for me?”

“Yeah, yeah, of course,” he said, nodding enthusiastically. 

Louis leaned over and gave him a tender and chaste kiss on the lips, then made his way into the out-of-sight bedroom (coffinroom?). Daniel was left alone with his legs spread open, still untouched dick laying on his stomach. It pulsed hotly against his skin. Louis told him to wait, but it wouldn’t hurt to relieve just a bit of the pressure, right? It was practically soaked, too. He hadn’t had his dick touched all night unless the underside of Louis’ boot counted. Daniel tentatively sat up a bit and snaked his hand down to the base of his cock.

“Oh… fuck,” he sighed.

He gave it a slight squeeze and couldn’t stop his hips from jerking up. Even though he was practically leaking precum, Daniel lifted his soiled palm up to his mouth and spat in it for extra lubrication. The saliva was tinged with blood. This was fucking gross, but Daniel was all about “fucking gross” and proceeded to grasp the length of his cock. He rolled his fist over his dick in slow twists, thumbing gently at the head and watching strings of his blood cling to the skin. His hand was slipping across the shaft of it with how wet he was. Blood dribbled down his balls and across his perineum, still just as hot as the puddle currently pooling under his tongue. Everything felt hot, like he was burning up, like he was melting. If Louis would be so kind, Daniel planned on taking little baggies of his magical blood-cum home to put to great use on a lonely Friday night. Maybe pour some into a little shot glass.

He was almost stripping the skin straight off his cock with how fast he was going now. Daniel had given up on holding himself steady and fell onto his back with a punched-out moan, hips now thrusting into his fist. In the back of his mind, he thought, I’m being pretty loud right now, Louis can probably hear me and he’ll be upset that I disobeyed him. The louder, hornier part of his brain thought, I’m going to cum fucking buckets all over myself, then maybe start humping the corner of this table if Louis doesn’t get his ass back here by the time my refractory period is over. Being that it was generally the side of his brain that piloted him, the horny part won. Still, he tried biting his bottom lip in an attempt to quiet himself. But it felt fucking impossible . He was whining and whimpering now, just as loud as before. Daniel felt an orgasm simmering in the pits of his stomach.

“Enjoying yourself?”

“Oh Jesus fuck-!”

Louis was resting an elbow on the left side of the table, nonchalantly holding a bottle of lube. The boy had nearly thrown himself off its surface in an attempt to rip his hand away from his cock (a Herculean task). Barely able to catch his breath, Daniel untensed and slung an arm over his eyes.

“I told you to wait, Daniel,” he said before circling the table, pausing right in front of his open legs.

“‘m sorry. You were just taking too long, man.”

Just as Daniel realized he fucked up, he was grabbed by the ankles and yanked back down the table until his legs dangled off the edge. Louis caged him in with his arms planted on either side of his hips. Barely poking out of his mouth were those monstrous fangs, still stained with a bit of his blood. 

“You wanna cum?” he asked, leaning in even further. His lips parted and his fangs dropped all the way.

“Please,” Daniel whispered, “please, yes, I wanna cum.”

“Speak up.”

“I need to-” he took a shaky inhale and raised his voice, “I need to cum, Louis, I’m sorry. Please.”

Daniel stared longingly at his fangs as he spoke. They retracted back into his gums much to the boy’s disappointment, but a sweet smile graced Louis’ face. 

“Good boy,” he chuckled, choosing to ignore the way Daniel’s hips thrusted up a tad before he grabbed the lube again. This was fun, actually. He should do this more often.

He squeezed a dollop of lube into his palm and Daniel automatically readjusted his position to make his ass available. Lovingly, Louis stroked his inner thighs until they fell apart like it was the easiest thing in the world. He eyed his cock and the slick that coated it - mostly blood. Maybe he didn’t even need the lube. Daniel, spreading himself already, nearly choked when a hand went straight for his dick instead.

“You said you wanted to cum, yeah?” Louis asked as he stroked the boy with a sloppy hand, “I’ll let you cum. Just not on my cock, since you’re so fuckin’ eager.”

“Fuck, hold on-” he cried before trying his best to hoist himself up on wobbly arms.

“I gave you one rule to follow, and you couldn’t even do that. Couldn’t help yourself. Couldn’t think ‘bout anything but cumming, Daniel -” he sped up and his free hand found purchase in the back of his curls, “- just so wound up, how am I ever gonna get you under control?”

“Please, I’m- I’m gonna cum if you keep going like this ‘n I want you t’fuck me first, need you to make me cum while you’re inside. Don’t wanna- oh fuck, you fuckin’ asshole.”

“I’m just givin’ you exactly what you asked for. ‘Less you wanna get more specific? Maybe even apologize for being so inconsiderate, how does that sound?”

Louis laid him down on his back again and buried his face in his neck. His fist still milked Daniel’s cock despite the boy’s weak protests.

“Alright, ‘m sorry… so sorry, Louis, I couldn’t help myself. Jus’ couldn’t think, just wanted to cum- but I need- oh, ” his voice pitched up in a heady whine as his back arched off the table, “Louis, pleasepleaseplease.”

“That’s it, boy.”

Louis nearly bit into his succulent neck as he wailed; he couldn’t help but notice the way the muscles flexed when he cried. He slowed down, but never relented his slick movements. 

“You want me to fuck you that bad?” he purred into the sensitive skin below his ear, “Need me to take care of you, Danny?”

“Yes, yes. I’m so sorry, baby, I’ll be good- I’ll listen, I promise. I’m sorry for not listening to you,” he was nearly sobbing now, both arms clutching onto Louis’ shoulders for near life.

“Ssh, ssh, it’s okay. Slut like you couldn’t help it, I know. That’s why I’m here.”

He dropped the boy back down and finally let go of his poor cock. Daniel let out an exhausted wail like he’d just been wrung out like a damp towel. He might as well have been with the way Louis was milking him for all he was worth. His limbs twitched as Daniel attempted to catch his breath, messy chest heaving with every desperate gulp of air. With mild disgust, Louis wiped the bloodied lube off of his hand on Daniel’s long discarded shirt.

“Fuck, you’re nasty,” he groaned under his breath.

Daniel didn’t quip back, physically he probably couldn’t, and his head spun with Louis’ repeated words, slut like you couldn’t help it , here to take care of you . That guy was gonna fucking die. He might have a spontaneous asthma attack on the table and just die right now. With the way he was wheezing, he sure sounded like it.

Click.

“Huh?” Daniel rasped.

Behind him, the tape recorder hitched and ejected the cassette. His eyes bulged out of his sockets.

“Has that been recording this whole time?”

He twisted around on the table and grabbed the tape the device just spat out. A deep flush spread down from his cheeks and across his chest as he stared a hole into the little cassette, the embarrassment of it all almost causing his erection to flag. Almost. He knew he couldn’t get rid of it, it had so much important information on it already. But also, graphic audio of him begging to get fucked up the ass. Before he could make a decision, Louis gripped his hips, twisted him further until he laid on his stomach, and leaned over his back.

“Put another one in,” he whispered through a fang-filled grin.

“What?”

“You want the whole truth and nothing but? Journalists don’t editorialize their first-hand accounts. So, put another one in. Don’t be afraid,” Louis reached over the boy’s body and snatched up a blank one off to the side, “just start the tape.”

He dropped it right into Daniel’s hand and sank his full weight down onto him. As he fumbled with the recorder, he could feel Louis’ cock pressing into the small of his back. His right hand, which was draped loosely over Daniel’s shoulder, had its usual talons filed down into soft, blunt slopes. His face burned at the implication. The tape slid into the device.

“Go ahead,” Louis murmured into his neck.

“Uh, right. Um, this is… session two? Or- I guess this is all in the same sitting so, session one. Session one with the vampire-” he sighed as Louis stood up and ran his hands down his sides, stopping to clutch his hips, “t-the vampire Louis de Pointe du Lac. And we are, uh, about to engage in… intercourse?”

“You talk about it like a pastor, call it what it is.”

“He’s about to fuck me.”

Daniel didn’t know why he was trying to put on a professional front in the first place, the interview was already pretty casual. Maybe to cling on to his last shred of dignity before Louis fucked him over the dining table like a hooker. “Intercourse”, shut the fuck up. 

Louis drizzled a steady stream of lube down the crack of his ass and watched it slide through the clefts of it. Daniel’s Venus dimples were accentuated by the slow arching of his back, trying to push back against his lingering fingers. Carefully, Louis pressed his thumb against the ring of muscle. He heard Daniel bite back a snarky comment - alright, the boy could learn. He slipped his pointer finger down and gently massaged it.

“Relax.”

“I’m relaxed! I’m relaxed,” Daniel croaked.

The boy forced himself to take deep breaths and loosen up the best he could. Finally, Louis pushed a finger inside. It slipped in pretty easily, likely due to the obscene amount of lube in use, but the way Daniel sounded you would’ve thought he’d shoved his whole hand in. It wasn’t a pained wail necessarily, but fuck was it loud. Louis smoothed his palm down his back.

“Ssh, s’alright. I know you can take it well. Just real pent up,” he said soothingly.

The boy nodded furiously. As someone who was typically in Daniel’s place, he knew how overwhelming that initial stretch could be. It couldn’t have been helped by the effects of his blood, either. But he was pushing back, trying to get him down to the knuckle despite the ache. Because of the ache? It was harder to tell now that Daniel’s brain had become static mush. 

“Can take another,” he whimpered.

So maybe it was because of the ache. And who was Louis to deny his boy? He slicked up his middle finger some more and slipped it in alongside the other while rubbing circles into his lower back, then palming at his ass. With each centimeter passing through, Daniel let out soft whines, until two fingers were solidly rooted inside of him.

“That’s it. You open up so easy for me, boy.”

The easy give of his hole gave Louis the impression he must have been fucked not too long ago, actually. How many guys had he bent over for in pursuit of a good story? Or just for the sake of it? He felt a little bad calling him names, but judging by his reactions, Daniel certainly didn’t mind being called a-

“Slut,” Louis breathed out, and pressed a hand into the crest of his back until it bowed.

“Mhm,” he sighed, almost laughing. Daniel turned his head to the side so he could get a look at the vampire.

Louis noticed the stray blood escaping from the corner of his mouth and instinctively reached out to brush it away. Daniel took his hand in his grasp and planted a kiss on his thumb’s knuckle before he could pull back. He didn’t feel like pulling away after that, so Louis leaned in closer and cupped his cheek. Incidentally, his two fingers pushed in deeper.

“Still bleeding a bit,” Daniel grunted through the stretch, “it’s starting to dry up though.”

Louis wasn’t paying much attention to his words, instead just watching his mouth move as he pet his face warmly. He slinked that hand down his face to grasp at his neck. Ah, he’s going to kill me now, he could hear Daniel think through the haze. Why would he do a thing like that?

The vampire began to squeeze gently, feeling his throat bob and muscles flex. He wouldn’t choke him, Daniel would probably enjoy that too much, but the gentle pressure let his human warmth permeate the dead flesh of his palm. He lifted him up slightly, causing his back to arch even more. The boy was almost in the shape of a crescent moon now. His meaty back and shoulders flexed and creased to adjust to this position, and Louis felt his fangs itch in his gums. He could almost describe his back muscles as “juicy”, although that felt a bit gross. When Daniel clenched around his fingers, he remembered what he was doing.

He started scissoring his fingers open and watching his hole gape with the stretch. Daniel’s entire body went limp, his only support being the single hand hoisting him up by the neck as his own arms dangled. The boy’s breath came out in wheezes now.

“Come on, your cock, please,” he hissed.

He pulled his fingers out nearly all the way and ceased all motion, huffing, “You take exactly what I give you. Be patient.”

The boy whimpered apologies and desperately tried to grind back onto his digits, but Louis still kept a firm hand gripped around his neck. Daniel was still far too eager; he wasn’t prepped enough to take his cock. Louis knew better. If the boy couldn’t think properly for himself, he’d do that for him. He’d have him as loose as he could get him with just his three fingers.

Louis resumed pumping his duo of fingers in and out of his ass until it squelched with lube. Even when he retracted his digits, it remained agape.

“You ready for a third?” He asked.

Daniel nodded frantically, afraid that if he spoke up he’d begin begging again.

“Alright. You’ve been waiting so patiently, boy. Just like I asked you.”

With a sigh, Louis let go of his neck and caught him by the chest. He lowered the boy down with his breasts pressed up against Daniel’s back until he was bent over the table, legs just reaching the floor. He planted soft kisses down the column of his spine. Finally, he coated that third finger and buried himself deep inside.

“Oh, thank you, thank you,” the boy cried, “that’s- fuck. Fuck, Louis.”

This was an especially wide stretch. Louis had all three of his fingers spread inside of him, each stroking the velvety walls of his insides. Daniel dreamt of his hand reaching further, further - talons still present - and ripping him open from the inside. Bared wide open for him. He wondered how deep he could realistically take Louis’s hand before it killed him. 

His fantasy was interrupted by the vampire’s fingers pressing down into his prostate, not to mention all three of his fingers churning inside of him to reach it. Like getting smacked over the head, the white-hot pleasure left his mind entirely void.

“That’s it,” he could distantly hear Louis purr.

Those fingers were pressing his prostate harder than any man had ever been able to do. They rubbed at it incessantly like Louis could see it right in front of him - maybe that was some weird vampire power too. Daniel pushed back further against his hand with a hoarse moan. In and out and in and out, his fingers fucked his hole like they were his dick. Daniel’s head was thrown back with his mouth hanging slack, small and needy whines escaping his fucked-out throat. He could die a happy man if Louis drained him right here and now. He’d probably cum on the spot.

“I think you’re ready now, Daniel. Got you nice ‘n loose for me. Wasn’t that hard, though,” he said as his fingers began slowing their pace, “you gonna ask for it nicely this time?”

“Yes, yes. Please, I need your cock in me, please. Louis, baby- been so good to me, been so nice. I’m sorry for being impatient, I just want you to fuck me, please, ” he wailed, and Daniel turned his head around to look back at the vampire with his pleading eyes, “just need you to- just need you.”

“And that’ll get you nice and quiet?” He asked, knowingly tapping a finger on the dome of his head, “A bit more pliant?"

“Fuck, I’m plenty pliant.”

“I know you are, Danny, I know,” he sighed, cupping the boy’s breast with his free hand, “you’re real good for me.”

Daniel could’ve melted right into the table. He could barely keep his eyes open now, his entire body warm and lax. Louis took his time peppering kisses all over his broad shoulders and down his back.

“Baby, please,” he keened softly over and over again.

“Ssh. S’alright. You’ll get what you need.”

His cold dick slid between the clefts of his ass. Already, Daniel tried grinding back onto it, but he managed to stop himself with a cut-off whimper.

“Good boy,” Louis whispered, giving him a light pat on his ass.

And, finally, he slid on home. Daniel was mewling and squirming on the table as he desperately tried his best to push himself down even further, but Louis kept the pace slow. He took it so beautifully. The boy was split open at an agonizing, leisurely pace, until at last, he bottomed out. Daniel barely had the strength to rut back against the vampire, but he tried his best anyway; small, pathetic little pushes.

“Please, please…” he whimpered hoarsely. Please start moving, please, I’ve been waiting for so long, I’m sorry, but please. 

Louis couldn’t deny him any longer, not when he pleaded so sweetly. His own patience was wearing thin as well. So, he pulled out until just the head remained inside, and slammed back in. He kept a devastating pace that would surely bruise the human boy’s hips by the time they were done, and it already left the cheeks of his ass bright pink.

“Thank you- thank yo-ou, Louis, fuck, yes,” Daniel warbled, voice quavering as he rocked back and forth.

His eyes were nearly screwed shut - rolling into the back of his skull now. He’d long given up on trying to hold himself, so his cheek was plastered against the wood in a small puddle of his own drool. As Louis fucked into him, the boy’s own cock was trapped between his stomach and the table top. He chased that minimal friction in tight circles.

“This what you were waiting for?” he huffed, already out of breath. This was a hard pace to maintain, even for a vampire.

“ Yesyesyesyesyesyes s’good, it’s so good, so good, you’re an angel- a fuckin’ angel,” Daniel blabbered, “so perfect, cock’s so perfect. So-o-o fucking- fuck- god, I can’t-”

His voice broke and then the only sound that could come out of his mouth was a needy, wanton moan. Louis had finally been able to shut him up, if just for a few minutes. But, he was embarrassingly close himself. His dick was still so sensitive from already coming once before, and the way Daniel squeezed every inch of his cooled cock, clinging on to it whenever he pulled back, was driving him closer and closer to the edge. Louis took handfuls of his ass and spread him wide so he could get a good view.

“Gonna come again, Danny. Gonna make me cum,” he whined.

“Inside-! Inside, please, don’t fucking pull out.”

The boy tried his best to clench around him and keep him in place, and Louis knew he couldn’t even pull out if he tried. With just a few more thrusts, he was spilling inside him. Hot, sticky blood filled him up and had warmth spreading from his core to the tips of his fingers. He barely registered Louis falling on top of him and panting hotly across the broad expanse of his back. All he could feel was the rush of cum inside him, the way it lit every nerve ending on fire.

Daniel had come untouched all over the table’s surface.

His legs shook until they collapsed underneath him, the only thing keeping him from falling to the floor being Louis’ hands wrapped around his waist and his torso plastered onto the table top.

“Woah there,” he said, barely having caught his breath.

Daniel couldn’t respond, and the only sound coming from his mouth was a string of soft cries. Vertigo hit him upside the head, and in the swoon, a hot rush swelled in his spent cock. A warmth pulsed from his center until it sank deep into his skin.

“Fuck, the- the blood cum. The blood cum stuff,” the boy croaked with a flippant hand gesture.

“Mm, yeah, it does still has an effect from this way in.”

A broken moan was punched out of Daniel as he bowed over again into the table - after regaining his footing. He tried backing up into Louis once more, but the vampire held his hips down firm and pulled out in a swift and slick motion.

“Jesus, Louis, fu-uck…”

The blood began to spill out of his hole in large rivulets, much to Daniel’s dismay. With a groan, he writhed against the slightest bit of Louis he could reach and was surprised to feel him rock hard once more.

He’s hard again, that’s gotta be some sort of vampire-

“Vampire stamina. It has some perks.”

Swiftly, Louis grabbed the boy and flipped him onto his back. He didn’t even have to think before he hooked his hands under his knees to raise his legs up. His stomach bunched up in little rolls as Louis gripped both thighs and began pushing them further and further.

“Hold that position for me, boy,” he said.

His ass was entirely and embarrassingly exposed. In this straining pose, more of his cum quickly began dribbling down his thighs and the swell of his bottom. Daniel had to stop himself from forcing his fingers back inside to plug himself up, but Louis told him to stay put. He wasn’t going to make the same mistake twice. The vampire smiled and clicked his tongue.

“Good boy,” he chuckled, as if he could feel the boy’s internal struggle.

The struggle wasn’t very internal, though. Daniel was whimpering and arching off the table, trying to thrust closer to Louis. The effects of the blood made his head spin and his cock throb, but he was still just barely able to vocalize his needs.

“Let me make you cum again,” he pleaded softly, “wanna make you feel good, please, you can fuck me again.”

Through the haze, he saw Louis inch closer to his body, felt his fingers graze his thighs, heard him sigh sweetly. He’d never wanted anything more in his life. Nothing he’d ever put in his body felt like Louis. None of the shit he snorted or swallowed or shot up felt as good as his blood, or his cock, or his hands, or his lips. Just his breath tickling his skin was enough. With the yellow ceiling light behind him framing his head, he was an angel.

“That’s it, Danny.”

He positioned the head of his cock against his reddened hole - both from the friction and from the blood. The boy huffed out of desperation and pulled his legs back impossibly further.

“So sweet for me, trying so hard to make me feel good. I know you’re tryin’ real hard,” he purred, finally adding a bit of pressure.

“Yes, yes, please-”

The ring of muscle gave and he slipped all the way inside. Immediately, Louis began fucking into the boy in a desperate grind. Daniel was nearly folded in half with his cock bobbing back and forth, practically weeping. Every hit to his prostate sent a hot shock up his spine. With a needy cry, he threw his head back and exposed his sweet neck. It glistened with sweat, drool, and whatever blood was still left over from their earlier tryst. 

The closer Louis got to coming, the more his gums itched with the urge to unsheath his fangs. The steady stream of moans falling from his mouth caused the tendons in his neck to flex and bulge, the muscles pulled taut with his head tossed back.

“Ohh, fuck,” he gasped, the cry snapping Louis out of his trance.

He sped up an impossibly faster, then leaned down further until the vampire’s face was hovering just above his. Taking advantage of this, Daniel hooked his legs over the vampire’s shoulders and pulled his face into a hungry kiss. Fangs begging to sink into something nicked the boy’s lips and tongue. The small pricks of pain caused him to clench around Louis.

“Bite me,” Daniel grunted after ripping himself away from the kiss.

“Daniel-”

“Come on, fucking bite me. My neck, baby, you can have it. Please.”

One of Daniel’s hands loosely gripped his nape and tried guiding his mouth to his most vulnerable artery, incoherently begging to be torn into. Louis’ fangs were already out. 

With a hiss, the vampire lunged at his neck and sank his fangs straight into his carotid. Daniel tasted like most young men - fresh, sweet. There was a smokiness present as well, like the beginning of a cigarette, or something savoury. Then, a pleasantly bitter aftertaste that made his salivary glands throb. He gulped down drink after drink while the boy whimpered in pleasure and pain. As he took his fill, Louis slipped a hand down to work at Daniel’s dick.

While he swallowed, his undead body warmed. His cock suddenly radiated heat as it filled with Daniel’s own blood. His blood, pumping through Louis’ dick, fucking into him, inside of Louis. As he pulled blood out of his neck, it swelled in his cock, causing it to throb inside of the boy. The hand that was tugging on Daniel’s shaft bloomed with warmth as well. The overwhelming sensations forced him over the edge with a strangled cry, painting his own chest.

“There you go, cum again for me,” Louis panted after finally pulling his teeth out of his bruising neck.

While the vampire used his hand to work Daniel through his orgasm, his thrusts slowed to a leisurely pace. Slow, wet sounds were the only noise accompanying the boy’s exhausted breathing. Louis was unusually quiet.

“Fuuuck, I can’t feel my legs. I can’t… so amazing, baby, but I need to… put my legs down…”

So, Louis backed up a bit until his still-hard cock slipped out of his sloppy hole, and Daniel’s legs dropped to dangle off the table.

“You tired?” Louis asked.

“Mmf, yeah. Feel like I just got fucked on a table.”

The vampire clicked his tongue, “That’s too bad, then. ‘Cause we’re not finished.”

Daniel’s head shot up, blood still gushing from the open wound on his neck. 

“I haven’t come yet, and I’m gettin’ pretty sore standing up,” Louis said, sauntering over to the couch behind them, “why don’t you help me out and come ride me?”

The desire to be good, to please Louis, overwhelmed the parts of him aching with pain and fatigue. Daniel didn’t need to be told twice. As if entranced, he got up on his wobbly legs and made it way over to the vampire, who’d already laid himself down on the couch cushions. Did his cock get bigger with Daniel’s blood? It almost looked a bit thicker, definitely more flushed.

Louis pat his thighs - good lord, his thighs - like he was beckoning to a pet. The boy swiftly straddled his hips. He was achingly comfortable, like he belonged right in his lap. With a sigh, Daniel practically collapsed on top of Louis and buried his face into his neck.

“I know you can do it, Danny,” he whispered.

He nodded against his collarbone, distracted with sucking on the newly warmed skin of the vampire. Lips traveled lower, lower, until they attached to a nipple. Daniel kissed and nibbled and sucked his breasts with a lazy mouth, lapping up the drying remnants of blood that still clung to his chest. Fondly, Louis stroked the top of his boy’s head.

The vampire reached behind him and began aiming his cock towards his hole. With a weak groan, Daniel grinded back into the head of it. He was still so slick, the initial stretch would feel like nothing. With the tip just barely pressing into him, Daniel planted a kiss to the corner of Louis’ mouth. And before he could sink all the way down, the vampire lapped up the last of the blood leaking from his neck, sealing the wound.

“Nice ‘n slow, boy”

Daniel nodded dumbly before spearing himself on Louis’ dick. He was trying to take it slow, he really was, but an overwhelming rush of heat curled in the pits of his stomach. This was the deepest he’d taken him tonight, and his cock was rubbing right up against his prostate. If he didn’t move soon, he might cry. But, the burn and ache in his legs was a blaring distraction.

“Like I said,” Louis chided, beginning to soothingly stroke the boy’s thighs, “nice and slow.”

So, he pushed through the pain and lifted himself up, then dropped back down with a broken whine. Slowly, he began to bounce on his dick with his hands planted on Louis’ chest for support. Also because he wanted to fondle his tits. 

The searing burn of his cock so deep inside him was mind-numbing, and the pleasure quickly outweighed the ache of his legs. Through incoherent babbling, Daniel sped up as much as his body could. He bounced against Louis’ supple thighs.

“Shit, that’s it, that’s-” Louis’ voice broke off into a high whine, like he was the one getting fucked, “getting the hang of it now, Danny.”

The vampire’s arms were thrown back languidly on the sofa’s own, with one hand dropping to lay across his forehead. His eyes were closed and his jaw went slack, entirely blissed out as Daniel rode him, trembling with the effort of it. Again, he was embarrassingly close. It took so little to get him to the edge - watching the sweet boy try so hard to fuck himself down on his cock, his hands pawing at his tits and toying with his nipples - it was overwhelming him on all sides. 

“Louis… Louis, can I cum again? Please, I might-” Daniel cried, tears threatening to spill from his half-lidded eyes.

“Cum for me. You can… you can touch yourself, cum on me,” Louis was barely able to get a word out between his pants.

“Oh, thank you baby, thank you so much.”

With each bounce, he fucked up into his fist and clenched around Louis with every stroke. The boy was squeezing him, so warm and tight, so eager and easy. His mind was blissfully void of anything complex, just the desire to cum, and to make him cum as well. He was nothing like the petulant boy from this evening - greedy and whiney and impatient. As he came inside of him, Louis knew he’d truly whipped him into shape.

“That’s it-! Fuck, done so well, so-oo well… Come on, cum for me. That’s what you want?”

“ Yes , yesyesyesyes- it‘s what I want, wanna cum,” he whimpered, “wanna cum, need to-”

Louis cupped both of his breasts and softly pressed them together, breathing, “Go on then, Danny. Be a good boy, cum for me.”

With a silent cry, he did. His cum covered Louis’ chest sporadically as he slowed his bounces down to a filthy grind. Every breath came out as a broken wheeze, and Daniel slumped down face-first into his own mess right on the vampire’s chest.

For a moment, Louis was worried he might’ve actually killed him. His breath slowed and quieted, and he could feel the blood pumping wildly from his racing heart ease into a gentle flow. But as he caught his own breath, Louis could feel the boy softly snoring against him. He wasn’t out cold - just faintly conscious. Daniel nuzzled his wet face into the crook of the vampire’s neck.

A comfortable silence settled between the two men. Yet again, Louis’ hand settled on top of his boy’s head and began to stroke his hair.

Click .

“Was that really necessary?” asked Daniel, staring wide eyed at the vampire across from him.

“Well, you so inquisitively asked if we did it back in San Francisco. And, yes, we did.”

“But the whole tape? The whole two tapes? I think I got the idea after I heard myself beg for you to fuck me like a hoo-”

“Hooker over the dining table.”

Daniel’s furrowed brows twitched. He pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose with a huff and tried to readjust his jeans as nonchalantly as he could. Louis was propped up by his hand, staring with a tilted head at the old (young) man.

“You don’t have to bother trying to save face, Daniel,” he said, “nothing to be ashamed of.”

“Fuck off.”

Louis chuckled.

“Hard to hide a boner from a vampire, I’ve been watching the blood pump down this whole time.”