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After a decade or so of servitude, Guillermo is pretty certain he has Nandor figured out.
Sure there had been some surprises along the way— Guillermo can hardly blame himself for not knowing all of the intricacies of vampire culture or not predicting a former warlord’s penchant for arts and crafts. And, of course, Guillermo was so firmly settled on his unrequited feelings for Nandor that he had a hard time recognizing Nandor’s own affections towards him. Even though the recent romantic turn in their relationship feels inevitable, it was a surprise nonetheless.
Guillermo doesn’t mind the surprises, in fact he likes learning new things about Nandor. Nandor just has a habit of sharing information at the most inconvenient times— like when he’s kneeling between Guillermo’s legs.
Guillermo cups Nandor’s face and pulls him in for a hungry kiss. At this angle, they both have to crane their necks, but Nandor has the obvious upper hand with his taller stature and vampire levitation powers.
He gently tugs Guillermo’s hands up to his hair. “You can pull it,” Nandor invites in between kisses.
“Is that a suggestion or a request?” Guillermo teases, gently twisting a small section of Nandor’s hair around his fingers.
“Pull it,” Nandor demands, eyes smoldering. He tilts Guillermo’s jaw to suck a punishing bruise onto Guillermo’s neck. It’s not enough to break skin, but the teasing sensation elicits a groan from Guillermo. Instinctually, he digs his fingers into Nandor’s hair and hangs on for dear life. Guillermo can feel Nandor’s resonant vibrating moan where their chests are pressed together.
“Nandor, please,” Guillmero hisses, not sure what he’s even asking for. Compliant, Nandor relinquishes his celebration of Guillermo’s neck and starts unbuttoning his pants.
“Why do your trousers possess a clasp inside ,” Nandor complains as he fiddles. “I already released one button, what could you possibly need with another?”
“It’s okay I can—”
“Aha!” Nandor cheers as the string holding the button to Guillermo’s pants unravels and the offending fastener clinks to the floor. With a swift tug, the pants themselves soon follow. Guillermo tries not to wince at the distinct sound of fabric ripping. “I have unfettered you from your breeches.”
“Thank you, Master.” Guillermo smiles fondly. He runs a hand through Nandor’s hair and follows his hand with small kisses.
“Did I do a good job?” Nandor asks, looking up with sparkling eyes.
“What?” Guillermo’s lips quirk, curious and amused.
“I would like you to tell me that I did a good job.” Nandor says sheepishly, which is funny from Guillermo’s angle because the proof that Nandor is doing a good job is standing straight and tall in his lap. “That is a request,” Nandor tacks on, ever the obliging lover.
Guillermo pulls Nandor’s face up so he can kiss him again. “Of course you’re doing a good job. You’re always so good for me.”
Nandor gets a little frantic after that— grabbing for exposed skin where Guillermo’s shirt and sweater are rucked up, unsteadily balancing on his knees, trying to kiss and touch Guillermo everywhere. When Nandor finally starts palming him through his boxer briefs, Guillermo hisses a sigh of relief.
“More, please, I want to feel you,” he urges, desperately clawing at Nandor’s scalp.
“Yes, Guillermo,” Nandor says reverently. Guillermo bites his lip to hide his smirk.
“What was that?” He can’t help but prod at this rare exciting half-confession of submission.
“Is that okay?”
Guillermo considers that this is probably something that they should talk about first, but Nandor looks cowed and vulnerable, which triggers something primal in Guillermo. He gives in to the little horny, controlling part of his brain and decides they can debrief after. After all, Nandor’s probably done much worse than dabbling in a little power play.
Guillermo takes Nandor’s chin in hand to tilt his head up. “You don’t have to be so shy, baby. I like that you want to be obedient. Is that okay?”
“Y-yes, Guillermo,” Nandor stammers, squirming under Guillermo’s appraisal. “May I take your little shorts off?”
“You may,” Guillermo concedes. He leaves a hand loose in Nandor’s hair while he shimmies out of his boxers. Once his cock bounces free, Nandor is quick to return to the task at hand. He eagerly strokes Guillermo with his long, precise fingers.
“That’s very good, Nandor,” Guillermo pants, hand tightening around the crown of Nandor’s head. The gesture elicits a small groan from Nandor. “I just gave you a compliment. You aren’t forgetting your manners, are you?”
“N-no!” Nandor’s eyebrows furrow and his hand freezes around Guillermo’s cock.
Guillermo cards through Nandor’s coarse hair, letting the locks waterfall through his fingers until he loses contact completely. “Did I tell you to stop?”
“No you didn’t. I’m sorry,” Nandor whimpers. He presses a soft apologetic kiss to the inside of Guillermo’s thigh.
“I’ll forgive you this time,” Guillermo placates with a dramatic sigh. He’s nervous that he’s taken the role too far, but the tent in Nandor’s pants says otherwise. “What do you say?”
Guillermo smiles at the way Nandor swallows and takes a shuddery breath, even though he doesn’t really need to. “Thank you, Guillermo.”
Nandor spits into his hand and returns to lavishing Guillermo’s cock. The small amount of lubricant makes Guillermo’s toes curl as Nandor twists his wrist in tight corkscrews.
Guillermo has fantasized about reversing his and Nandor’s roles— for Nandor to be the doting familiar and Guillermo to be the callous vampire; but Nandor actually submitting far surpasses any dream Guillermo could cook up. He stores the image of Nandor kneeling between his legs to memory, cataloging the vision of fraying restraint and raw lust.
Nandor’s rhythm stutters momentarily as he tries to untie the front of his own pants with his one free hand, but he struggles to do anything more than loosen the intricate knot Guillermo tied earlier that evening.
Guillermo huffs a laugh and nudges Nandor’s legs apart with his shin until the front of his leg presses against the tantalizing heat radiating from Nandor’s cock. Nandor looks up at Guillermo with wide eyes again, but Guillermo just raises a challenging eyebrow.
“Well? Do you need a break? Is getting yourself off that important?”
“No, no, I don’t need, ah—” Guillermo puts more pressure between Nandor’s legs, which Nandor instinctively follows with a heady rut of his hips. “ Guillermo , you are being very teasing.”
Guillermo drops the confident persona like a hot pan. “I can stop if it’s too much?”
Nandor shakes his head emphatically, sending his hair swirling in a dark vortex around him. “No, I like it a lot! I didn’t expect you to be so good at controlling because you’re usually so good at serving and taking care of me. I… I like that I can take care of you for a change.”
“Oh, well, that’s nice to hear.” Guillermo grins wide and toothy, and Nandor smiles back unabashedly. His long incisors gleam in the quavering candlelight.
“Please keep going, you are very sexy when you’re all bossy,” Nandor encourages. He presses his lips to Guillermo’s knuckles with reverence. Guillermo uses his other hand to stroke Nandor’s hair, tangling his fingers in the newly formed knots.
“If you’re so worried about getting off on your own, I guess I’ll just have to do things myself.” Guillermo unlatches his hand from Nandor’s hair and leans back in the chair with a wink. Languidly, he drags his fist up and down his cock, eyes never leaving Nandor’s face so he can track every twitch.
Nandor stares brazenly as Guillermo plays with himself. There's not enough pressure to make him come, just enough to keep his dick interested in the action and to tease Nandor. Hell, he probably doesn’t even need to touch himself the way Nandor is biting his own lip and shifting against the gentle friction of Guillermo’s leg; but winding him up is too tempting to resist.
"Please…” Nandor whines. “Please, I'll behave for you.”
“I don’t know,” Guillermo hums. “Maybe I should just leave you there to get yourself off… teach you a lesson.”
“I want to make you feel good.”
“My hand feels pretty good right now,” Guillermo sighs and readjusts himself so Nandor can get a better sight line of Guillermo’s hand jerking faster and faster. Nandor makes a strained sound at the back of his throat that Guillermo’s never heard before, but it sends a twinge of pleasure to his dick nonetheless.
“Please, Guillermo. I want you in my mouth, please let me pleasure you.”
Guillermo smiles wolfishly. “Well… since you asked so nicely…” He makes a show of scooting forward to the lip of the chair, sitting near the edge like he used to have to do in band class. He doesn’t want Nandor to strain his neck too much, however Nandor clearly doesn’t have the same concern and launches himself at Guillermo with unbridled vigor.
Nandor’s mouth slides onto Guillermo’s dick all the way down to the base and Guillermo nearly sobs in pleasure at the warm, wet heat surrounding him. “ Good boy .” The praise is out of his mouth before he can even think about it. He heard a guy say it in a porno one time. At the time, it seemed like the average, insignificant dialogue that means nothing but sounds hot. However, when Guillermo says it, Nandor acts like a man possessed. Drool pools from his mouth in thin strings as he bobs on Guillermo’s dick. His hair is wrecked from how much Guillermo’s been abusing it, and he just looks so goddamn pretty that Guillermo has to curse. He lolls his head back and luxuriates in how good Nandor’s mouth feels.
They’ve fucked before but nothing like this. Nandor’s never been so reverent, so eager to prostrate himself. The power Nandor relents to him is headier than any aphrodisiac the witches could brew (and Guillermo has first hand experience with that particular potion).
When Guillermo glances down, he sees that Nandor is using the hand which is not clutching onto Guillermo’s thigh for balance to get himself off.
“Fuck Nandor, such a good boy for me. Are you going to come with my cock in your mouth?” Guillermo asks breathlessly.
Nandor makes a noise that might be a sound of agreement that sends sparks up Guillermo’s spine. He tugs on Nandor’s hair as a reward and fucks up into Nandor’s mouth in earnest. Heat crawls up from his toes to his stomach and his whole body tightens in anticipation.
“Nandor, don’t stop. I’m so—” Guillermo cuts himself off with a moan as Nandor swallows around his whole length again and flicks his tongue in just the right way to send Guillermo over the edge. Nandor swallows gracefully, earning more praise.
“Such a good boy for me, you make me feel incredible.”
Nandor rests his head on the inside of Guillermo’s legs, gazing up adoringly at his familiar as he finishes himself off with his hand. Guillermo whispers encouraging praise and pulls Nandor’s hair until his come splatters against the dark wood floor.
“Guillermo, how come you never told me you have magic sex powers?” Nandor huffs, burying his face into Guillermo’s thigh. “We were all so sure that you were a little squirmy virgin, but here you are with the commands and the ‘good boy’ and the manhandling.”
“Who’s we, Master?” Guillermo asks, not sure if he even wants to hear the answer. He carefully combs his fingers through Nandor’s hair and tries to return it to its usual composition.
“Me and Lazslo and Nadja, of course. And Nadja’s dolly... And Colin Robinson mentioned it one time I think.”
“Great…”
Nandor crawls up until he’s sitting in Guillermo’s lap and is able to wrap his arms around Guillermo’s neck. Guillermo is just grateful the ancient chair doesn’t break under their combined weight.
“But I can correct their speculations since you’ve actually been very dominating and sexy this whole time!” Nandor punctuates his thought with a kiss to Guillermo’s cheek
“About that, we should probably talk about the whole dominating thing. And I would rather you didn’t tell the whole house about our sex life.”
“So I should not have told Laszlo about that time we had intercourse in his garden shed?” Nandor asks innocently as he noses at Guillermo's hairline. “Your head smells good, are you using a different hair ‘shampoop’ than the one you use on me? For the tangleys?”
“Nandor…” Guillermo sighs and rubs his eyes, nearly dislodging Nandor by accident. They momentarily scramble to regain their careful balance on the chair.
Nandor presses his forehead against Guillermo’s in a sweet gesture that makes Guillermo’s stomach flip. “Can we go back to kissing again?”
“Yeah,” Guillermo forfeits. “This conversation can wait for tomorrow.”