slytherynn | CLOSED: Vampire AU's

...He signed up for this himself so he's going to have a lot to learn.

Fushimi shudders under his hands, fingers twisting in the sheets as he lifts his head to watch what Misaki's doing, his eyes moving between where he's touching and Misaki's face.

"...As many as it takes." It's quiet, a little breathless.

"...For?" he prods with a crooked smirk on his lips as he playfully teases the underside of Saru's cock through the fabric.

But he pauses then as he considers something. "You said you've never offered this before. Did you mean... no one's ever fed from you before?"

He's still for a moment, his expression going flat at the question before his eyes close.

"...I never offered my blood, but children have different rules within their families."

It takes a moment for the meaning of that to register, to sink in. And then Yata's eyes spark with fury. The first hint of flame he's shown in weeks. He turns his head away, fingers curling into a fist where his hand rests against Saru's hips.

"...Sometimes I really wish I'd been the one to rip his fucking throat out."

"It doesn't matter." A far too casual shrug that does nothing to dissipate the tension in his body. Fushimi does sit up slightly, watching Yata for a moment before he sighs out a breath.

"But aside from that, you're the only one who I've given my blood to."

"Then that's all we're counting. The rest doesn't matter." He doesn't matter, is what he means, but the last thing he wants to talk about while Saru is here with him and naked is him.

He leans in and kisses Saru again instead, distracting him from what he knows is the most unpleasant topic possible.

"Besides. That means there are fun things we get to try."

The kiss is a welcome distraction, Fushimi focusing on that and trying to clear his head of things he prefers not to think about. Fingers twist in Misaki's hair as they kiss and his expression isn't blank anymore when they finally part.

"What did you have in mind?"

Yata gives him a mischievous smirk, a glint in his gaze as he trails kisses back Saru's jaw.

And a finger down the inside of his thigh.

"There's an artery here, you know. Apparently the closer you feed... the more intense the effects of the bite are."

The sound he makes is pure want, his eyes closing as his mind fills in the details, the image of Misaki's mouth there enough to have one hand freeing itself, rubbing against the fabric covering his shaft to give himself just a little friction.

Yata chuckles at that reaction, but he's quick to reach out and catch Saru's wrist, tugging his hand away, even as he nips lightly at the still-healing redness on his throat.

"Nuh-uh, pretty sure that's my job."

"..I wasn't going to get myself off." He murmurs it, not that he's resisting it being pulled away as his breathing hitches at the nip.

Yata just grins against his throat, cataloging each reaction and filing it away for later.

"Mmm. I know. That's what I'm going to do."

He releases Saru's wrist long enough to reach down and start working Saru's underwear down over his hips.

Fushimi lifts himself to make it easier, settling back onto the mattress when they're gone, head against the pillow.

"... Check the drawer in the nightstand."

"Oil?" he asks as he leans over to tug out the drawer Saru had indicated.

".Yeah" , Not that he uses it often. Not that he doesn't have fantasies and things to help with taking care of himself.

No, the problem was he got distracted more often than not. That and he'd been at odds with Misaki for a long time.

And now? Misaki's hands were on his skin, callused hands touching him and it was even better than he'd imagined in his idle moments.

"I don't really need it, but it does help."

"It does. And we might need it. Better to have it within reach, right?"

He lets the closed bottle roll down to rest by Saru's hip, just in case, even as he leans back over him. Fingers skim along warm skin once more and his lips continue to explore, tracing his collarbone. Slipping down to flick one of his nipples with the tip of his tongue.

He's got one hand curled in Misaki's hair again when that mouth moves over his skin, head dropping back against the pillow and his other hand curling in the sheets.

"Yeah, it is."

"If there's anything you don't like, you'll tell me."

That's not exactly phrased as a request, but he pauses in his exploration to make that point clear. And then he lets his fangs scrape against sensitive skin, nipping lightly, just enough to add a faint edge to the open-mouthed kiss.

"I told you already, you're not going to hit anything I don't like when it's just this." Fushimi lifts his head, gaze catching Misaki's for a moment before his lips twist slightly.

"...And I'm not going to break if you want to be rougher."

"I'm not worried about breaking you." It's a soft retort, but the words are true enough. He meets Saru's gaze evenly, unwavering. "I am interested in finding out what you do like and sometimes that means figuring out what you don't, too."

There's a difference, Saru, in finding out what you don't like and him pushing you to your limits. He'll happily talk to you about the latter later, if you're going to insist on sex homework, but that doesn't mean he doesn't want to learn what you enjoy. Not just what you'll endure.

"Which I get, but..." He trails off for a moment, fingers twisting in Misaki's hair before he pulls him for a kiss, teeth catching his lower lip when he pulls back.

"I need more than this." Which is not something he's admitting easily, but it's also something he can't not say."

He hums into that kiss, returning the nip with a scrape of his own fangs. "I can work with that."

Pulling back, he reaches for the oil again and taps one of Saru's knees. "Lift this for me?" He waits until Saru obeys before settling between his legs, hooking Saru's knee over one of his shoulders. The pose spreads Saru open for him and he teases fingertips down over his half-hard cock again as he takes in the sight of him like this.

"...Have you ever been fucked before?"

The change in position is a simple enough one, Fushimi settling on his elbows to watch Misaki when those fingers skim over his shaft.

" I have." Although it was more often toys than the other, but he's had plenty of practice in that area. "I don't... I mean, that was how it worked in the situation I was in."

He’s not sure he wants to ask what that situation was, exactly, so he just nods, curling his fingers around Saru’s cock and stroking him slowly. He manages to slick the fingers of his other hand ane lets them drop down to circle and press at his tight entrance, his eyes locked on Saru’s face to catch every reaction. Although should he sense Saru tensing at all, he’ll trail kisses along the inside of his thigh. Maybe add another scrape of a fang. The tease of anticipation of a bite there, like he’d hinted at earlier.

Fushimi's hips rock between the stroking and those fingers, and he's not tense, the two points of contact keeping him more present in his own head and less likely to get distracted by anything else while Misaki's working him more open.

And it's a familiar feeling his eyes closing after a moment, letting himself relax into the process.

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