slytherynn | CLOSED: Vampire AU's

It only takes Fushimi a moment to adjust once Misaki's shifted position and then he's got his arms under him, his hips shifting under Misaki's hands as he rocks back.

"...Are you just going to look or are you going to move?"

That gets a strangled groan from him as Saru rocks back, completely exposed and begging, even if its without words. The body language says enough.

"I was going to look," he states with a snicker, before sliding in between his spread legs and working his cock back into the other's waiting hole once more. "And then move. You can't give me a view like that and not expect me to stop and appreciate it." But just to prove his point, he rocks forward, sheathing himself inside Saru's body with one deep long thrust.

Oh, this position worked much better.

"You don't get to tell me what I can or can't expect when you're..." And then he groans, his hips rocking back into that thrust as his head drops forward, fingers twisting in the sheets.

“When I’m…?”

There’s a definite smirk audible in his voice now but he doesn’t give Saru a chance to answer or even think as he pulls out and rocks back in even deeper this time, hands gripping slim hips to hold Saru right where he wants him.

"When you're ..." The thrust has him rocking back until Misaki's hands settle on his hips to hold him in place. "...You're an ass." It's a bit grumpy sounding but he shivers a moment later, shifting slightly to move one hand so he can stroke himself.

"Stop wasting time."

But he reaches down to catch Saru’s wrist again, tugging his hand away. “No. Hands on the bed where I can see them. That’s mine to play with tonight, remember?”

But he doesn't let up on the deep lazy thrusts into Saru’s body at the same time, enjoying the way Saru’s body shivers in reaction and rocks back in search of more.

“And this is really not a waste of time at all.”

His hand being pulled away gets an annoyed grumble of a sound but then he's rocking back into every thrust, clenching around Misaki hard to try and get him to move faster. The frustrated grumble though, ends up being followed by a look back over his shoulder at Misaki, his eyes narrowing slowly.

"I hate you so much right now."

“Liar.”

The denial is countered with a cheerful grin, but to soften the order, he does indeed speed his pace, fucking into Saru deeper, a little rougher than before. Nails bite lightly into the skin of his hips as he holds him there, leaving faint crescents behind in pale flesh.

Gods, this feels amazing.

He does, however, reach around Saru’s waist after several moments to wrap his own fingers around his cock, stroking him just a little slower than his own thrusts into Saru’s eager body. Drawing it out, every moment between them and wanting Saru lingering right on that edge before he was ready to push him over it.

That is so much better, Saruhiko's moans are the only sound that escapes his lips, whether just sound or Misaki's name when something hits just right and he shudders between the dual timulation, fingers twitching in the sheets .

"...Better." He at least admits, when he has a moment to think.

“Mmm. Thought so. Think you can hold off until I’m ready to come? Even if I’m still getting you off?”

He doesn’t slow his strokes, swiping his thumb over the head of his cock and feeling the wetness already beading there. He smirks faintly as he lets his fangs scrape against the back of Saru’s shoulder.

“Fuck. Remind me to taste you first next time.” And it’s pretty obvious he’s not talking about your blood this time.

"...As long as you don't fucking stop, I'll manage." He hisses it out, groaning quietly as he rocks between the thrusts and Misaki's hand, his breath catching in his throat as he shudders from Misaki's thrust and the fangs on his skin.

"...Not like you'll have to wait long anyway."

He wishes he could argue that, but he knows better. Not his first time fucking Saru. It doesn't even matter how good his control or stamina is right now, this feels way too good for him to go as long as he might otherwise want to.

"Fuck. You're probably right. I'll drag it out more next time, but right now you feel too fucking good." His pace speeds up, rhythm stuttering a little before he finds it again, fingers stroking Saru's length with intent now.

When he knows he's getting close, his breathing coming in ragged pants, he turns his head, sucking faintly against Saru's throat in silent warning a moment before he lets his fangs sink into warm flesh and he drinks deep from him once more, letting that pleasure sear through the vampire beneath him even as his fingers work to push Saru over the edge. He hadn't lied about wanting to feel him come undone around his cock. And he's already so close...

And finally, he's able to stop thinking, his body moving in sync with Misaki's once he finds the rhythm, his moans and gasps when things feel exactly right filling the room as his hands twist in the sheets. But when fangs pierce his throat and add that third layer of waves of pleasure rolling through his body?

He cries out Misaki's name, clenching hard around his dick as he hits his climax, his body shuddering as he spills and then sags, the only thing keeping him being Misaki's hold on him, whatever it is at the moment.

He feels Saru's entire body tense and shudder with the force of his orgasm as his fingers stroke him through the waves of pleasure and then withdraw before he can get too sensitive. He wraps an arm around his waist instead, anchoring him to himself, even as he chases his own pleasure. Which is easy to achieve, especially with Saru so tight and clenching around his cock. He fucks him deep until he spills himself with a groan, the sound muffled into Saru's skin for a moment as he savors the flavor of his blood on his tongue before withdrawing his fangs as well.

Sinking over to his side, he tugs Saru with him, reluctant to let him go just yet. And then gives a very breathless but heartfelt, "Fuck."

He doesn't resist the change in position, his own breathing slowing but still ragged, his eyes closed as he settles comfortably pressing back against Misaki while the world slowly returns to normal.

"...Should probably shower before we try to sleep." When he finally speaks. "...And maybe in the other room unless you want to remake the bed."

"Sounds like too much effort." To both of those things. But after a moment he gives a quiet grunt and nudges Saru towards the edge of the bed. "Is your shower big enough for two?"

"My bathroom is large enough, yes." He answers, moving to sit up and exhaling a breath before finding his feet. It takes a moment before he's walking toward the bathroom to start heating up the shower.

[ Yata is up surprisingly quickly behind him, reaching out to slide a hand along his spine when he stands. ]

Hey. You okay?

[ He hadn't taken too much, had he? ]

I'm fine. [But he'd stopped moving at the touch, eyes half closing as he takes another breath.]

Let's go get cleaned up.

[ But Yata steps around in front of him before he can take a step further, purposefully getting in his way as he reaches out to rest his hands against Saru's chest. he searches his expression with a small frown not sure if he believes the dismissive answer. ]

What's wrong? [ A pause, as he chews on his lower lip. ] ...I didn't hurt you after all, did I?

[ He didn't think so, but... ]

You didn't hurt me and you didn't take too much. [Fushimi eyes him for a moment before moving to step around him.]

Then it's something else.

[ Did you really think he was going to give up that easily, now that he's worried?

The answer is absolutely not.

He keeps himself in front of Saru, blocking the way. ]

Do you need to rest first? Or eat something? [ A pause, as his gaze narrows. ] Do you need to feed?

Misaki, I'm fine. [There's a definite edge to his voice now, his eyes narrowing slightly. ]

[ Something in Yata's gaze narrows further at something he picks up in that tone and he catches Saru by the wrist, holding him in place. ]

And now you're lying to me.

[ That's not a typically innate vampire skill, pureblooded or otherwise, but Yata's always had a knack for picking up on truth or lies anyway. Especially with Saru.

He steps in to invade his personal space, pressed up against his torso despite the fact that Saru is taller than him. From the determined glint in his gaze, it's clear he doesn't give a damn at the moment. ]

Tell me. What's wrong? [ And there might be the slighted hint of a deeper tone behind that command as his stubborn will rises to the surface. ]

[Invading his personal space is familiar enough, as is the hand on his wrist, so it only has him inhaling a quick breath before he's back under control.]

There's nothing wrong, Misaki. I'm not sick, I don't need blood and you didn't do anything to hurt me.

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